The Laundry Quandary

After spending a sunny week in Portugal, I was out of clean laundry and desperate to find a laundry machine. After searching the two square mile radius on a map, Patrick and I found five laundromats, so we put on our sandals and embarked.

We spent all afternoon walking around with our laundry in blistering heat before discovering that every “laundromat” was actually a dry cleaner. With no other options, I decided to take my chances with the hotel’s laundry services, which were no doubt more expensive. In fact, it was almost a hundred euros to have laundry service done at the hotel — double that if I wanted my laundry done in less than two days. That’s also when I found out the hotel had a strict no washing clothes in the sink policy.

That’s when I called bullshit on the universe and took matters into my own hands.

When I went into my room, I filled up the bathtub with water and squeezed in a glob of soap. Then, I dumped all of my clothes in the tub and began stirring. Lather, rinse, wring, hang, and repeat — my schedule for the following two hours. Afterward, my hands had the consistency of mummified prunes, and our hotel room was decorated with hanging wet laundry. I could live my life once again in clean clothes.

When life takes away your lemons, you still learn to make lemonade.

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