Shaking my head..........in disbelief and wonder!

The saga has been going on for about six weeks.  The "water man" from Aqua Bell has stopped coming on Tuesday and Thursday to deliver large five gallon jugs of water for both houses.  I really like Aqua Bell because they creatively have put a spigot in the bottle so one does not have to flip the bottle over and use a pump for fresh drinking water.  The bottles are very heavy and it takes all my strength to pick them up from where they are stored to the top of the counter for every day use.

Usually I use the water only for coffee and drinking water.  Therefore, each large bottle lasts about one and a half weeks.  I keep two so if I run out before the man comes there is always the backup.  Circumstances were this week that there was barely any backup left to use.

Always, for people who deliver to the house, the laundry lady, the water man and others, I always ask for their cell phone number rather then calling a general number which may nor may not pass on the message.

Josefina, the housekeeper, called the "water man""on Wednesday and expressed my distress over the aqua
situation.  I've learned if there is a lot to say with a back and forth conversation, it is better to have Josefina to call.  The water man told Josefina that he no longer delivers water!  We tried calling the general office number with the end result being, no answer!  Of course, neither she nor I thought to ask if there was another man delivering water..........

I found the phone number of the company who I used when I first moved here eons ago and had planned to have Josefina call them on Monday to set up a new account to have water delivered.

Much to my amazement, this morning, I heard the doorbell ring and "AQUA" being shouted.  To say that I ran up the stairs heading for the door, would be an understatement.  I did not want him to leave before I
could get to the gate.

There stood, not the former driver who no longer delivers, but his former helper with an Aqua Bell truck and water!  He brought the big jug in and put it where it goes, I paid him and he left.  All the time I was grinning inside about the whole thing.

We conversed and settled on the fact that he will come on Saturday each week rather then twice a week.
Now we'll see if that happens.  No, I did not get his cell phone number, darn.

But truly, since this happened about an hour a go, I've been shaking my head and smiling at the fact that just when you think you have figured things out in Mexico, have established "fail safe" measures, it is all for naught.  Then things like this happen and one just sighs and smiles.

Viva Mexico!