When I first moved into my apartment in Bilbao I lived with the owner, a Spaniard and his Spanish girlfriend, two Polish guys, and a girl who was studying abroad from the Czech Republic.
It wouldn’t have been such a bad living situation if not for the six of us sharing three bedrooms and one bathroom -Side Note-
That may have been the worst shower in the world. Yes the world. I know there are people out there that don’t have a shower or don’t have hot water, or a private place to shower and all kinds of horrible things, but then I wouldn’t constitute those as ”real” showers. This was a “real” shower in a “real” (expensive) apartment that had little pressure and little heat.
One handle controlled both the heat and pressure but the catch was you couldn’t have both. So you could take a hot shower, but it would just be a trickle, or have the water blasting down on you, but at frigid temperatures.
It was like trying to configure a Rubik's Cube just to put the nozzle in the right position to get the most of both without compromising too much of either.
On top of that, the shower head was in the middle of the tub, so you couldn’t stretch your body across the tub and still enjoy the water. No, you had to stand there scrunched under the water in fear of moving because if you did your body would escape the little warmth it could find from that small splash of water.
And if things weren’t bad enough, there wasn’t a full shower curtain, but two pieces of two different ones that hung around the sides of the shower, but unfortunately never met. So unless you used a clothes pin to close the gap, water would flood all over the floor. Needless to say, most of of the walls and ceilings were covered in mold. -End of rant-
Later the Eastern European’s moved out and a mellow hippy from San Francisco moved in, followed by a dashing Frenchman. When it comes to roommates, you win some and you lose some - people probably thought of me as the loser since I nearly burnt down the whole apartment when I left some oil burning on the stove, and usually left unwashed dishes in the sink - but none of that mattered, because after a 10 minute walk from my front door I would have this magnificent view of the Guggenheim.
It wouldn’t have been such a bad living situation if not for the six of us sharing three bedrooms and one bathroom -Side Note-
That may have been the worst shower in the world. Yes the world. I know there are people out there that don’t have a shower or don’t have hot water, or a private place to shower and all kinds of horrible things, but then I wouldn’t constitute those as ”real” showers. This was a “real” shower in a “real” (expensive) apartment that had little pressure and little heat.
One handle controlled both the heat and pressure but the catch was you couldn’t have both. So you could take a hot shower, but it would just be a trickle, or have the water blasting down on you, but at frigid temperatures.
It was like trying to configure a Rubik's Cube just to put the nozzle in the right position to get the most of both without compromising too much of either.
On top of that, the shower head was in the middle of the tub, so you couldn’t stretch your body across the tub and still enjoy the water. No, you had to stand there scrunched under the water in fear of moving because if you did your body would escape the little warmth it could find from that small splash of water.
And if things weren’t bad enough, there wasn’t a full shower curtain, but two pieces of two different ones that hung around the sides of the shower, but unfortunately never met. So unless you used a clothes pin to close the gap, water would flood all over the floor. Needless to say, most of of the walls and ceilings were covered in mold. -End of rant-
Later the Eastern European’s moved out and a mellow hippy from San Francisco moved in, followed by a dashing Frenchman. When it comes to roommates, you win some and you lose some - people probably thought of me as the loser since I nearly burnt down the whole apartment when I left some oil burning on the stove, and usually left unwashed dishes in the sink - but none of that mattered, because after a 10 minute walk from my front door I would have this magnificent view of the Guggenheim.
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