Let me put it first: it takes me no trouble in Mexico to let go of my Dutch certainties. I have long been used to the fact that the water from the tap is not drinking water. Do we have a day bad or no internet: fine. The deep holes all over the road that you can only zigzagging by car with danger to everything, or a tree that completely blocks the footpath? charming. Suddenly the electricity goes out for a long? Can happen. Is suddenly out of nowhere the gas goes up on weekends and we have to wait until a working day? Well, yeah.. We came back from the supermarket once with a very unfresh and creepy chicken breast. Apparently, it was a lucky thing we got a new one. In that respect, 'our' supermarkets are of unprecedented luxury. A shower where no hot water comes from? Or even no water at all? Really, letting go, getting frustrated from it doesn't help anything. Better next time. Bending with the situation. I'm doing fine, I'm used to it already.

Afijn. Last night I want to take a quick shower. Tania works and sits in a session, my mother-in-law is downstairs. The normally powerful beam is a bit sad trickle, but still enough to wash myself seems to me. I massage the shampoo into my hair and enjoy the temperature of the water. Then it's time to rinse out the shampoo. Just nothing happens, I don't feel anything. I look at the showerhead; there's no more water coming out. I'm on the shampoo and soap, so the timing is miserable. Maybe turn the shower off and back on? Nope. Shit. Now what?

That you then only wrapped in a towel and your body full of soap and your hair full of shampoo still really needs to go to your mother-in-law for the solution: awkward.

Awkward: approwing at my mother-in-law