Neighbor Gianni: You guys got water?
David: Well, we do now but 2 days ago our vasca was completely empty. Someone had turned off the water coming to us.
Neighbor Gianni: I don’t have any. Let’s go check it out.
Gianni and David walk up the road about 50 meters, cut through an olive grove and arrive at our (that’s a collective “our” – shared by 4 property owners) water source. The only one still with water. You might remember it as the potential swimming pool – yeah, that was wishful thinking.
The tube going to Gianni’s land is cut – NOT just turned off, CUT.
Gianni: Mannaaaaagia (that means, “shucks”). OH, GIUSSEP! (he hollers blindly up the side of the mountain in the direction of Giuseppe’s house).
Gianni: DID YOU CUT MY WATER TUBE?
Giuseppe: I INSTALLED THAT FOR OSWALDO AND HE ISN’T USING IT ANY MORE.
A little note – Oswaldo was the husband of the woman who owned the upper half of our house before us. Oswaldo has been dead for about a decade.
And so the water saga continues. We count ourselves lucky for just having periodic turn-offs rather than cut-offs. Oswaldo must have put in our tubes himself.