When learning a foreign language, there is certain vocabulary that you’re taught in textbooks such as colors, animals, foods, etc. Many other words you learn as a result of circumstances – and that’s how I learned the word “fontanero” in Spanish.
A week before leaving for Christmas, former roommate Kara and I discovered a lovely piece of evidence indicating we had sewage/drainage problem. Whenever the toilet was flushed, well let’s just say the contents weren’t out of sight out of mind. So the next day, the plumber came by to check out the crappy situation shall we say. You know it’s a big deal when the plumber comes in and is grossed out and says “this is a gran problema.” A few days later, we were left with brown-splattered patio walls, three kitchen tiles removed and covered only by a thin sheet of metal, and a plumber still saying we have a gran problema.
In addition to fontanero, I also learned the different between “raton” and “rata.” On the night of our Cena de Navidad, fellow team member Stacie stayed the night at my house. The next morning, I saw what I thought might be rodent droppings, but I tricked myself into believing it was only little round pieces of dirt left over from the plumber extravaganza. I believed that lie until Stacie discovered her contact case had been gnawed open and most of the solution gone. I was definitely guessing the “evidence” was rat-sized.
Of course, I didn’t know if rat in Spanish was “rata” or “ratón” until I asked. Well, it’s rata if you’re wondering. When I began recounting this story, I’m pretty sure that people thought I was using the wrong word due to my relative inexperience with rodent names in Spanish. I reassured them that I was saying “rata” on purpose. I couldn’t be 100% sure obviously, but I was quite certain.
During Christmas, the landlord/plumber team were given the opportunity to rectify the situation. I was fine with staying in the apartment, because I wanted to give them a fair chance to fix the issues. Well, surely enough I found more “evidence” on my first day back from Christmas and after a week of using the bathroom, the sewage backup obviously remained. At that point, I decided it was time to move on. I began casually searching for apartments that I’d share with the soon-to-arrive new female exchange student.
Casually turned to frantically two days later when I encountered my “visitor.” Photo evidence proved that I sure enough was living with a rata and not a little ratón. I have learned so many new words about moving, finding a new apartment, landlords, etc. I have a great appreciation for learning vocabulary in real-life situations, but I was not expecting to learn these words!
I had approximately one week to find a new place and move before Jordan arrived and if you know me at all you won’t be surprised to find that was a stressful week. I kept getting responses of “no” or “sure, it’s 1000 euro per month” or “it’s not an apartment for rent, it’s a storefront.” After hitting so many dead ends and getting forever frustrated, I just had to go visit our Sala de Oración (prayer room) at En Vivo to give it up to God. I knew if He brought me here to Spain and wants me to serve Him here, surely he can help me find a half-decent place to live. Needless to say, the next day I found a superguay awesome newer, nicer, larger, cleaner, rat-less, sewage-problem-free new apartment. On top of that, my landlord is uber-organized, detail-oriented, and awesome.
So for your enjoyment, I want to share a few photos that depict my experiences. When I have time, I want to post a video tour of the old and new apartments to give you a real feel!
Grossness warning: The photos below depict the actual scenes I experienced, but are likely to gross you out! So don’t scroll down if you’re eating lunch while reading.
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What happened when we used the toilet & shower
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Evidence of new roommate
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Roomie napping
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So Long, Farewell