We were just talking last night about how there always seems to be something different every day here at the hotel. There is always a challenge of some sort that pops up. This morning was a little more challenging than any other day thus far.
Lucy was up bright and early, and I crawled out of bed around 6:30 and prepared to jump in the shower and get ready for breakfast. One little hitch in that giddyup: no water. . . None, zero, zilch, nada, squat, bupkus. . .
Turns out, the city water supply had a ruptured line back in town, so the whole area was sans the wet stuff for several hours. The guests took it in stride, and we passed out large bottles of water for the brushing of teeth (rather than gnashing) and sponge baths. We had a couple of jugs of water brought in by Miguel, and Lucy washed the dishes in a couple of tubs after breakfast (coconut french toast -- with lots of maple syrup).
I hauled a 10-gallon jug of water up to tree house 1 (of course, the highest one with the steepest steps) to clean it before the water came back on.
We called over to another small hotel down the way that is on a different water line, to set up showers for folks, but around 11 a.m., the water came back on and I was finally able to shower. The pooches were avoiding me in the morning before the shower. Finicky buggers.
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