Seriously, I do not know what I will do. Maybe dig a big hole in the back yard and stay in there until the week it over! :-P
So, you probably want to know what happened.
Every Sunday evening Cristian comes to San José and we spent the whole Monday together. Luckily, I do not have to work Mondays. So, usually we start out doing whatever needs to be done: wash the clothes, buy something (in that case, new tires) and then we get Nala and take her somewhere to take a nice big walk. Last time we went into the woods of Heredia. It was really nice because we were the only people there and Nala could run around without a leage. But then we heard some thunder and decided to return home.
Half-way back home we were stuck in traffic for a whole hour because there is a bridge that only has enough space for one car at a time. But during being in traffic, the thunderstorm started and an end-of-the-world-rain started. The streets turned into rivers and we were glad that we had changed the tires (because our old ones didn't have a profile anymore). All the time, we had the windshiel-wipers, the radio and the air conditioning running because our windows had become foggy.
Once the traffic jam finally had resolved we were happy that now we finally can go home and have some dinner. But suddenly our windshiel-wipers stopped working and it still was raining like crazy. So, Cristian and I both leaned out of the windows to see where we were going because you couldn't see ANYTHING through the front window. The ride went like this:
Cristian: Where are we? I can't see anything! Are there any people on the street?
Sabine: No. But go more to the right, there is a big hole. Oh NO, now more to the left, you nearly hit that car.
Cristian: I can't see anything. I can't see anything!
Sabine: Turn left, turn left, there is a side street.
Cristian: Where? I can't see it!
Sabine: Now, now turn!!!
We had finally found a side street to turn into to try to get those wipers working again. But as soon as we were off the busy streets, the wipers started wiping again. Cristian and I were completely wet because we had to hang our heads and shoulders outside of the window to see something. Once we were safe, we had to laugh our heads off. Although the situation had been incredibly dangerous, at the end it was so hillarious how wet we were and how we even made it into that street.
Well, wipers were working again and made our way through lots of side streets with huge holes in the street (which are normal here in Costa Rica). Unfortunately, when it rains a lot you can't see the holes anymore. But even then the wipers would stop working once in a while and then start again (like they had a mind of their own).
Then we turned onto a bigger street and suddenly the whole street became into a big lake and you couldn't see how deep the water was. There was a truck in front of us. It suddenly stopped; probably because he was afraid that the lake was too deep to go through. But he didn't only stop, he went backwards. Cristian tried to hunk the horn, but it didn't work, we yelled and screamed, but the truck driver didn't hear anything and hit our car! Cristian was very angry, opened the dorr, jumped out of the car and stopped: He was shocked how deep the water was! It turned out to be knee-high. Well, the truck driver was pretty nice and told us that he would pay for any damage. But there wasn't much damage; just a bit of paint gone. The real problem came now: Our car was completely dead! We couldn't start it; there seemed to be no electricity at all. At least the truck driver and Cristian managed to push the car out of the lake into dry territory. However, after a while, the electricity seemed to come back: The light inside the car was working again, the radio come on and off and the little lights behind the wheel turned on again. But it was not enough to turn on the car. We tried to start it by rolling down the street and start it in second (with the help of somebody we met on the street), but that didn't work either. At the end, they pushed the car onto the side of the street under the lights because it really is not so safe to be standing around in a dead car at night in San José. During all that time, my monster puppy would bark and growl at everybody who tried to help push or move the car. Well, she is a guard dog and the car officially belongs to her territory. So, I'm sorry, but she is just doing her job!
Ater an hour and a half of trying ourselves, we called the boyfriend of Cristian's mom and he came right away. Luckily, he knows a lot about cars and got our battery working again. (Suddenly we realized why our wipers went crazy and why we couldn't start the engine anymore. We were in that traffic jam for nearly an hour and weren't going anywhere, but we had all those things running that need electricity. It's an old car: OF COURSE, it will have an empty battery later on. Well, lesson learned...we won't do that again.)
We made it home, at something and went to bed right away.
As if that Monday wasn't bad enough, on Tuesday morning I woke up, looked at my dog and nearly got a heart attack: Nala's face was completely swollen, one eye nearly closed, and she had bumps all over her body. I was pretty sure it was just an allergy, but didn't know against what. At first I didn't want to go to the vet right away because usually things like that go away by itself. But a few hours later, Nala looked even worse and both eyes were nearly closed because they were so swollen. Plus she was scratching herself so furiously that I was afraid that she would destroy all her beautiful fur. So, I took a shower, grabed Nala and went to the vet.
The vet wasn't surprised at all and told me that this happens all the time. However, when he told me what it was, I had to ask twice. Not because I couldn't understand his Spanish, but because it seemed so unbelievable: Nala must have encountered a spider in the woods and it felt threatened. To protect itself, it peed in Nala's eyes and that urine triggered an allergic reaction. The vet gave her two shots, Nala tried to eat the vet (but only after the second shot) and then we went home. Once home, Nala slept all day, but at least the swelling went down and she didn't scratch herself anymore.
On Wednesday I always teach a German course a language institute called Universal de Idiomas. Well, because of Goethe I had to resign there. (Goethe is afraid that I use their wonderful material for the competition.) So, on Sunday I had send them an e-mail telling them that this is my two-weeks notice and that I have two more lessons planned and after that I will have to give that course to another teacher.
Well, when I arrived to Universal de Idiomas on Wednesday evening, the new teacher was already there to teach the course. I was totally confused! They had obviously not understand the idea of a two-weeks notice, meaning that I will work two more weeks although I resigned. I was angry because I went to downtown San José for nothing, but also glad that I could leave early!
It's Thursday now and nearly evening. So far, nothing had happened! Let's leep the fingers crossed!
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