There comes a point in every persons day when they have to use the restroom. This is nothing out of the ordinary but at one point I was sitting on the couch, which had a clear view of the toilet if the bathroom door was left open, when Annie decided she needed a break. I had noticed that she hadn’t closed the door before and I was beginning to think this was some sort of cultural trend. This time, as I stared at her like she had lost her mind, she reached the door and told me to get out. ME? Why the hell do I need to leave?
She proceeded to give me some sort of lecture on how it was rude to watch someone go to the bathroom. I argued that in civilized cultures people closed the door. She announced that there was no door. I asked her what that giant sliding piece of wood was that covered the doorway when you slid it over. She felt like an idiot, I laughed my ass off.
To be fair, giant sliding wood doors aren’t really the norm for bathroom doors in most places I’ve ever been and this door was big enough to look like part of the wall. But being fair would take away from my entertainment, and the most important part of this is me getting to laugh at the expense of others. It’s slightly less entertaining knowing how she lives and what she uses for a bathroom door. Slightly…
Living in Las Terrenas Apartments
The photos below are of the 1.5 room apartment she lives in with her older sister and younger brother. The brother was about ten years old and the two gals had been raising him with the help of their family since their mother passed away some time before. They had some male family members (cousins I think) who lived in a first floor apartment.
There was a queen size bed that took up almost the entire apartment for the three of them. The tiny dining room couldn’t possibly be considered a separate room and I think the table and chairs had been kept more for sentimental reasons than functional. I never saw the inside of the bathroom, the one with a shower curtain for a door, but from the sounds of things it sounded more like they had a shower bucket with a faucet than a shower. Not sure exactly what the plumbing situation was.
My simple bungalow in the hills not only had a solid bathroom door, but about three times the living space for just me and my carry on bag. Yet, these were among the happiest people I’ve ever met. Not everyone lived this way. I hung out with another chick who owned her own store and had a house near the beach that was very nice, but most of the people seemed to have this sort of set up.
UPDATE: 15 August 2013
A special thanks to Ms. Susan M. Grady for reaching out and sharing her experiences in Las Terrenas. Please read her story about living in Las Terrenas from the late 70’s to the late 90’s.