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I wasn’t joking about the bathroom situation.

I’ve got my day planned out by proximity to public bathrooms, and I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be able to shower in the morning, after I run, or anywhere near as often as I would like. I gave myself a sponge bath this morning. They say it will only take three days to fix the neighbor’s ceiling so we can have our floor back. But this is Spain. Somehow I’m not so sure.

Bueno. It’s not terrible; I had a nice time at the apartment of my señora’s friend after I showered this afternoon, talking in Spanish with the señoras and in English with her international student. But it’s a little ridiculous, really, that I have to use a bucket or go out somewhere if I want to pee.