Monday 19 March 2012
After getting up and buying groceries we were told by a clerk that the best mechanic in Viveiro was the Ford garage not 500 meters away. We took the car up the hill to the garage and after waiting about 25 minutes we were seen by the boss. We joked that for every inch our car went up on the hydraulic lift we would be charged accordingly.
We thought the rattle from when we shifted came from the muffler bracket being incorrectly mounted, but instead they found the muffler pipe had become complete detached from the underside of the car. It was interesting to see the underbelly of our van, and after his coworker finished welding, he took it for a test drive with us. During the test drive we heard that same sound coming from the right rear tire.
Back at the garage he took the wheel off and tightened it, and lo and behold, the sound was gone. All this for 24 Euros. Dian and Nicole sang "Las Mananitas" for the woman in the office who very much appreciated it.
Sunshine broke through the grey clouds and feeling buoyed up by the inexpensive fix, we stopped at an antique store and enjoyed perusing the unusual artifacts of the area.
Following a sign to a camp we went down to what Charles dubbed the "rocky-sucky" beach because of the "really loud sound" the rocks made as they were pulled back down into the surf. When we left we asked a man where the camp was, and as he watched us take the wrong turn we saw him jump into his own car to shepherd us to the campsite. In the rain. There was no one there, however, and a sign said "make yourself at home, we'll take your information later." But instead of waiting around we crossed the street to see if the restaurant there had Internet. It did, so we checked our e-mail and ordered a couple of coffees. When Dian pointed to the baby bottle full of warm milk that the bartender had sitting on the bar for her little girl (Diana), she indicated she wanted one for her little daughter. She did not expect to actually get this, but Nicole proudly enjoyed it just the same.
We had brussel sprouts, soup and sandwiches, plus a surprise desert of homemade bread pudding and ice cream Dian had prepared. With their blessing, we spent the night in the parking lot of the restaurant/hotel.
We thought the rattle from when we shifted came from the muffler bracket being incorrectly mounted, but instead they found the muffler pipe had become complete detached from the underside of the car. It was interesting to see the underbelly of our van, and after his coworker finished welding, he took it for a test drive with us. During the test drive we heard that same sound coming from the right rear tire.
Back at the garage he took the wheel off and tightened it, and lo and behold, the sound was gone. All this for 24 Euros. Dian and Nicole sang "Las Mananitas" for the woman in the office who very much appreciated it.
Sunshine broke through the grey clouds and feeling buoyed up by the inexpensive fix, we stopped at an antique store and enjoyed perusing the unusual artifacts of the area.Following a sign to a camp we went down to what Charles dubbed the "rocky-sucky" beach because of the "really loud sound" the rocks made as they were pulled back down into the surf. When we left we asked a man where the camp was, and as he watched us take the wrong turn we saw him jump into his own car to shepherd us to the campsite. In the rain. There was no one there, however, and a sign said "make yourself at home, we'll take your information later." But instead of waiting around we crossed the street to see if the restaurant there had Internet. It did, so we checked our e-mail and ordered a couple of coffees. When Dian pointed to the baby bottle full of warm milk that the bartender had sitting on the bar for her little girl (Diana), she indicated she wanted one for her little daughter. She did not expect to actually get this, but Nicole proudly enjoyed it just the same.
We had brussel sprouts, soup and sandwiches, plus a surprise desert of homemade bread pudding and ice cream Dian had prepared. With their blessing, we spent the night in the parking lot of the restaurant/hotel.
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