Lying on the beach, drinking in the sunshine and cold beverages, the last thing you want to think about is a problem at home.
You just want to enjoy every moment when you are on vacation.
This is why, when we got the call from our house sitter that there was no heat in the house, we just wanted to die. I had no way of fixing the problem while I was three thousand miles from home on a tropical island and we really didn’t have the name or number of an HVAC dealer that we worked with. Nothing had ever gone wrong with the system before and we normally just changed out the filters a couple of times a year. I guess we should have just been thankful that someone was staying there to watch the pets or we would have gone home to frozen pipes but we really felt stuck. I asked the person watching the house to look in the phone book to see if she could find someone to come fix the system. We just hoped that whomever she called would be honest and do a good job without ripping us off. The fact that they are in the phone book speaks nothing to their reputation so all we could do was hope for the best. I really felt like my hands were tied and being so far away I had no way to reach out to someone myself. Our cell phones don’t work from a foreign country and the hotel would charge a fortune for the overseas calls. Just the emergency call from our house sitter was enough. We had no choice but to trust what was going on and were relieved when we got a message stating that the heat was back on.