The gigantic hot tub

The pool heater had been operating overnight. By yesterday morning the pool was a soupy 96 degrees! During the day we ran a hose into the pool, hoping to cool the temperature with water from the cistern. To our great frustration, every time Tonio went by, he would turn off the tap! The temperature was slowly edging toward 100 degrees. We melted into the water!

When Nestor arrived, he explained that someone had stolen the wiring to the pump that brings water up from the lower cistern to the house cistern. Apparently copper is a precious commodity here too, and subject to theft. As a result, Tonio was trying to limit the amount of water that the pump had to handle while he was working on repairs to the electrical line.

Later, Nestor gave us a tour of the newly "remodelated" facilities under the pool. The messy tangle of connections was gone. Pipes and panels and motors were all neatly attached . The pool heater, however, was still not functioning automatically. It had to be adjusted manually. The supplier was refusing to send a new unit until we had returned this one! A group decision was made to leave just the pilot light on, no more heat was required for the pool.

Last night, after dinner, we all lazed in this giant hot tub. Doug's 90 year old mother was coaxed into the pool with the help of a noodle. We floated around, giggling and happy, singing to the moon. At 10:30pm it was still 96 degrees!

When I checked at 8:00am this morning, the temperature was down to a more comfortable

90 degrees.