Botellas de Gasolina January 30, 2009
Like most red blooded Americans, I am scared of natural gas. I am scared of the smell, of combustion, of lighting a match and having the movie Backlash come to life. I have never had any experience with gas but all that has changed. In order to heat anything in your house in Spain you most use gas. You literally buy the gas in large orange bottles and carry them or have them delivered to your home. One bottle of gas costs 18E and lasts normal Europeans one month. But then again they don’t have to shave their legs in the shower so one bottle is likely to last us about three weeks. We likely the hot water. Anyway, today I had no hot water and could not for the life of me figure it out. I called my Realtor (again….my go-to person) and she helped me get a new bottle of gas to the house. But then neither one of us could get it connected. She laughed and laughed because we were both blondes and made an apparently hysterical blonde joke in Spanish. Sarcasm is lost on me so I didn’t get the joke and then she thought she offended me. So then I just started laughing to make her feel better. Who had any idea that blonde jokes were international? Anyway – back to the gas. Our building is being painted so Realtor Ingrid asked one of the men to help connect the gas for us. He obliged and the next thing you know I have hot water. I am now a fearless botella de gasolina swinging, hot water using blonde. Read between the lines…I have not showered in two days.
