The Path of Least Resistance

We had decided on Sunday to start shopping around for a mini-split. With temperatures during the day in the 90's, we have found ourselves turning on our bedroom window unit more and more at night. With company what would we do? Flip a coin to decide who got to sleep in the a/c room? Terry did some internet research and yesterday about noon we headed out with a mission in mind. We measured rooms and knew the correct BTU's needed, we knew the control part of the unit could only be so big because of the space where wiring had been run previously, we knew what wiring was in place --- good to go! We even studied some Spanish vocabulary words we had never needed to know before - words for wiring, etc.

Headed out and went to Ultra Hogar first then on to Sears. We talked about going out to one of the LG stores or to Home Depot. But, we headed for home instead, without a purchase.

After a quick stop at the brand new little paleteria a few doors down from the house for my comfort food - a pina con chile frozen bar ---- love those fresh, big chunks of pineapple mixed with the spiciness of the chile!---
I got on the internet and emailed Sr. P. Within a couple of minutes I received an email back. "Hoy por la tarde estoy fuera d merida. Pero manana le puedo ver a las 10:00 am. Saludos!" "Today I am away from Merida. But tomorrow I can see you at 10am."

Yes, I think we just may be taking the path of least resistance!

Perfecto! Sr. P. first helped us replace the gas tanque two years ago when we stupidly and naively allowed the bombero to carry it off from the house we were renting. (It will come up tomorrow again, I am sure, and he will get another laugh at us for that one). Last year our paths crossed again when he just happened to do the maintenance on the house we rented on calle 70 after the turbanado came through. After we bought Casa Kahanek, who should we call to install the gas tanque and run the line for the range? Sr. P! And he helped with several other projects as well. We have laughed about it...little did we know when we met Sr. P he would come to our rescue over and over.