My plane landed at the expected time, went through customs, got my bags took a shuttle like everybody else did but I didn’t make it to Alejandro’s apartment at the time he expected. Alejandro’s wife checked me in with polite hostility and in a rush.
A few days after my arrival, the toilet stopped working properly. If flushed, a noisy high-pressured jet of water kept flowing for 15, 20 or 30 minutes.
By mail, I reported the problem to Alejandro in Spanish. We’re both native Spanish speakers but he claimed not to understand what I was saying when he emailed me back the next day. So I did it in English. By then, the high-pressured noisy jet of water was flowing non-stop. The whole building run out of water Saturday. Because of that, he concierge, to whom I had reported the problem twice, prompted Alejandro to take action.
A plumber came Saturday night but he couldn’t repair the toilet. I was left without running water to use the bathroom or showering my last two days at the apartment. I didn’t have running water my last two days at Alejandro’s apartment.
Alejandro was very apologetic, trying to make it up to me.
As genuine as his apologies seemed to be, I was just too angry about him dismissing me for days that I just couldn’t accept them.