¡Exito!

Several years ago, I bought a countertop water filter (and was amazed I hadn’t earlier). Offered at a discount at an “eco” or something expo I went to with Syd and Gundy, it seemed like a good idea. And it was.

Thanks again Syd, for your loan of a couple thousand pesitos cash to buy the Dvigi filter!

Anyway, got the thing home, and none of its half-dozen adaptors fit our faucet. Recall that Uruguay is a small country and not a powerhouse for standardization. Drove into the Dvigi “office” in Montevideo with the faucet spout (or whatever it’s called) and confirmed they had nothing that fit. Gave them back all their adaptors, left with a clunky rubber-hose-clamp device we’ve used for three years. Which shoots minuscule streams of water at the wall, which encourages mold growth, which — no it’s just a porquería getting worse over time.

Meanwhile: the kitchen faucet in the casita (little house), despite local retooling — an interesting concept — just ain’t up to snuff. So I had this idea: move our kitchen faucet to the casita (sans filtro) and buy a new faucet with a diverter valve that actually matched its threads.

Looked in all the local shops for a solution. Nothing. Mentioned it to Syd. He said, well the place in the Costa del Oro  with the big faucet sign has been good at solving problems for us.

I went there today. All female employees; not quite what one expects in a plumbing supply company. Explained situation and — BAM! — solution.Un milagro  (a miracle), I said. The girl helping me laughed at that (yes, I can say girl safely; today is my 63rd birthday).

This may seem trivial if you live elsewhere, but in a place like Uruguay it seems totally awesome.

Now to find a plumber who will actually show up to install it (OK, unfair: I know a couple).