Then we had to find some string in one of the tiny shops still open after dark. Tom secured the string around the air conditioner and down into the bucket to soften the noise. We went to sleep.
The next day we arose early, ate our breakfast and went to find a way to repair the toilet seat in the main bathroom. The toilet looked nice enough, there was just one problem, the seat was not attached to the base. Any unsuspecting sitter could wind up flung into the bidet or the tub. We worried that one of us might have a terrible accident.
We decided to find a hardware store, but when we attempted to lock the front door of the apt behind us, the plate holding the door handle and the lock suddenly detached itself and swung lose on one screw. Turned out there were two screw in four holes and all of them were stripped, securing nothing. We extracted a screw and took that with us to a tiny hardware store we found on the next block.
The owner was helpful, admitting in Spanish that he was no Home Depot but he had most everything. First we tried one screw, not big enough, and a clump for the toilet seat, couldn’t close the seat. On a second trip to the hardware store we exchanged the screws for bigger ones and purchased a plastic toilet seat for $9. The screws worked but when we tried the toilet seat. it was half an inch off. So Tom spent an hour cutting down the connected and finally, we had it fixed.
Judy arrived and we chatted. then we tried to lower the security shutter in the living room. It got stuck. Tom worked for another hour but has yet to fix that. Such is a renter’s dilemma.