The Wonder of Running Water

Since I returned from the United States, our water has been cut off every night. I'm not sure exactly why this happens. One Moroccan told me that the water filtering system can't handle the run-off when it rains a lot. And since it's been doing that non-stop, I guess the nightly water shortage makes sense.

Usually this isn't a big problem. I have learned to fill a few 5-liter jugs with water every day. Then I can brush my teeth and pseudo-flush the toilet with that water. And the dishes from dinner always wait quietly until morning to be washed (I have very patient dishes like that).

But the last two days, the situation has gotten worse. The water has been cut off for hours in the middle of the day. This disrupts my schedule more than I thought it would.

Both yesterday and today have presented a sunny response to the depressing downpours of the past few weeks. The temperature climbed into the 20s (the 70s or so, for you Celsius-challenged folk). I wanted to take advantage of the good weather and go running.

However, I was so concerned that the water would not be turned back on before I had to teach, that I just sat at home instead. Nobody wants a hot and sweaty English teacher.

Yesterday I didn't do much of anything, and today I ended up heading out to meet a friend in a cafe (despite my two and a half day lack of bathing) and then made my way back to the house an hour before class started.

Miraculously, the water was back on.

I showered and showed up to work spick and span.