Husband keeps asking how it is going.
Well, it is always much more interesting
to use some visual aids to tell a story, in my opinion,
so I keep evading his questions
until I could paint a picture with both words and photos=
We bought this apartment in 2002 and in the first year we owned it, it was necessary to remodel the kitchen and add a second bathroom.
That is pretty much all we have done in 8 years.
But this tired old bathroom has not had
painting it white a few years back and I worked with a local Cortona
artist to paint some fun painted finishes on the ceiling.
So once again, I am entering into the world of
Not a job for the faint of heart.
Everything you may have read or heard about renovating a house
in Italy is most likely true and then some.
I have had just about all these experiences that were ever
written about building or remodling in Italy.
They are extremely challenging, frustrating, funny,
unbelievable, maddening to the point of homicide,
and some of the best times I have ever had.
They point out all the various places of work that was done
BEFORE their sojourn here, at Casa San Marco 2 years ago,
and take great glee in showing me how the imbecile former
plumber who remodeled our kitchen which
adjoins the bathroom wall,
used pipes made out of plastic that were as thick (or thin) as a balloon.
They then illustrated to me how
both the bathtub drainage and the washing machine drainage was
joined into one tiny pipe that leads out of the house.
The previous evil idralico then encased these pipes
in a flimsy sheetrock rock wall about 1/2
The upshot of this
discussion was that we were extremely
fortunate that the pipes never burst by carrying so much
water in pipes
not designed to carry much water at all,
much less the kind of water that gets
drained out of a washing machine and bathtub.
Next, they proceeded to show me the the pipes
where the toilet HAD been.
The way the former plumber had done those was to not support them
in any way, the main drain from the toilet was just kind of flopping around,
lyingright up against my
So again, we were lucky that the toilet sewage
or the toilet itself never fell into our downstairs neighbor
Ivana's living room.
They then asked who the CAZZO (fuck)
did that shoddy work anyway?
Was it that joker Rinaldo?
I sheepishly looked at the floor.
"Well, we were new here, we didn't know anyone, Rindaldo
was referred to us by some friends who knew a plumber...''
They dismissed my pathetic answer, they all ready knew that
Rinaldo was the culprit, they just wanted to see me squirm.
They went on to
joke around between themselves drawing me into
A lot of words were batted around referring to the former
idralico (plumber) such as:
"CRETINO" and "IDIOTO" and "IMBICILE".
I don't see that I need to translate here.
It is fairly self explanatory.
I don't usually like to indulge in such slander (Ha!)
but I must admit, I got right in there with them.
So a good time was had by all.
We made some decisions, talked about the general ideas
of this bathroom remodel
and it was agreed that they would come back to start
building the next day.
The next day, the new improved wall went up in about 10 seconds,
thanks to the hard work of the
Albanian work force that Taddeo has
Those guys are amazing.
I should say that my experience
in these now 3 times of doing restoration in
Italy is always done by looking at a few photos
that I show the workers,
and I cross my fingers, say a prayer that it will all turn out ok.
And here I go again, insane enough to enter into this
process yet another time.
It is like giving birth.
You never remember the pain and you
are ever so eager to repeat the whole
grueling experience all over again.
Here we go....let's have another baby!