I'm not exactly sure how I feel about coincidences, but last Savedry, as they say here, was strange, perhaps a coincidence even. I woke up in my comfortable partamento, dialed in an orange wall to match my sunny mood. Creaked over to the bathroom-still pretty sore from that encounter with the mafas in the park-and had a delightful shower. I still can't get over the availability of this wonder stuff: water.

I started thinking about Olive and my plans for the day; looking ...