We had been told dishwashers weren’t common in Tijuana, but I was nevertheless surprised not to find one in our kitchen in the new house we were assigned. I wasted no time in noting its absence in discussing the house’s amenities on Facebook.
My friends responded this way:
“I lived in a house in Florida for 13 years. No dishwasher. I really grew to enjoy (most evenings) the ritual of washing dishes. Something very relaxing about putting your hands into hot water and washing dishes. I actually hate unloading the dishwasher, such a mechanical exercise.”
“The good news about no dishwasher – you NEVER have to empty it.”
“We have a weekend cabin on the KY River near Lexington — and our guests frequently ask why there is no dishwasher. Besides the therapeutic is the social ritual…a collective act of gratitude for more than the food…”
“We have done without a mechanical dishwasher for a few years now and it does not seem to be missed.”
By the end of the comments I was feeling lucky to live without a dishwasher, which is of course the point of living in another culture — seeing differences as opportunities, not deficits.
And while that has always been my intention, I’m learning it’s easier to preach than practice.
Working on it.