A lesson learned, part II

So the cycle of things breaking in my grandfather's house has widened: now a pipe in the basement is clogged and nothing is allowed to go down any drain ever. No use of the sink, no hot showers, no flushing the toilet. We are debating digging a latrine hole in the snow. I actually miss going to the bathroom in a falling-down wooden outhouse.

We are brushing our teeth like I do in the Peace Corps: filling up cups and water bottles and spitting outside. Guess the States are more like El Salvador than I realized.

So don't be too jealous, fellow PC/ES volunteers. I still live your life!