The trip and arrival

We found a dime in the Cleveland airport, ate a gnarly bagel in Houston and arrived in Guanajuato. The customs officer cast a wary eye on our pile of luggage, but we hit the green light and passed. The taxi driver hoisted 2 50-pound suitcases onto the roofrack, assured us that the rope he used was of formidable strenghth, and off we were. The cab's clutch was badly worn, and we barely made it up our callejon. We huffed and puffed in encouragement.
The house is beautiful, and the work that was done during our absence impressive. Once I get organized here, I'll send pix.
We had been informed that there was a minor problem with one of the light dimmers, and foolishly had dismissed the news. How bad could that be?
Bad. The house is operating on half power, which means that when you turn the kitchen lights on, the livingroom assumes the athmosphere of a Paris night club. To make the computer work we need to turn on the lights on the stairway. Decent bedroom light is available by swithcing on a hallway light. No fridge, no hairdryer, no espresso machine.
The electrician has not yet shown up, nor has the power company. But we have a basket-full of promises.
We walked downtown and felt at home. This is a lovely city.
We're hanging pictures, making a book case, licking an icecream and sipping (if not guzzling) a vino blanco in the pm. Anna can't wait to start shopping in the market, but we have to wait for the fridge to come on line.
One hour after we arrived a huge thunderstorm dumped tons of water, and, for one half hour, mothball-sized hail! Headlines in the paper. This is really weird.
But who cares? We have shrimp cocktails in the market and are checking out the cultural calendar. Lots of stuff going on here!
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