Wind, Washing and Wells

Not sure whose following, but we've been without internet for 2 days, due to the amazing, insane weather. Hurricane winds which have left us without power for up to 24 hours, caused insane damage with downed trees, power lines, and collapsed roofs. Stilled the windmills due to too much velocity and turned the sea into a steaming cauldron. Crazy!
We flew down to Reus, in desperate search of a laundromat. Then David remembered he had read about laundry facilities in camping sites along the coast. We tried Hospitalet de L'Enfant, and even went so far as (Templo del Sol) in our desperation. This is the nudist beach located on the outskirts of the quite popular Hospitalet. Weird. Caravans everywhere (RV's), and the entrance to the place guarded by two golden cobra lights. The place seemed deserted (thank god!), so we hightailed back towards Reus, to the omnipresent Carrefour, where we thought we had seen a laundry. Wrong. It was a dry cleaner, and I'm not keen on dry cleaning under garments. The delightful woman behind the counter just smiled, and assured us we would have to go to Barcelona to find a laundromat. So it was old school, in the sink back at the hotel. Then to the finca to hang laundry in the sun, among the almond trees. We've become gypsies. But we had a delightful picnic, gathered more firewood, washed the dishes in our country dishwasher (bucket with shrub), and headed towards Falset to pick up the water diviner.
The water diviner, now that's old school. We picked up at the appointed place in Falset, in front of the phone box. Ramon, as that's his name, was standing patiently, a small man in his 70's, with a blue plastic bag clutched in his hands, the contents of which were revealed at the finca. We wound our way back to our property, with Ramon sitting in the front, straight as an arrow, me sitting in the back trying to make idle chit chat, David clutching the wheel with both hands. We parked the car (boulder still there!), marched in to the terrace previously deemed (by the same diviner) to be the spot,as we had been advised by the well driller to re-check best location, and proceeded to watch him perform his magic. From the blue bag he took out a small leather pouch containing some ancient, incredibly heavy coins, and a small box. Inside the box lay a pendulum and three vials of various soils. First he marched back and forth swinging the pendulum. He then instructed me to drop coins in his palm, which he held behind him, a clump at once, then one at a time, until he told me stop. It was wild. Chomping on his cigar, he again proceeded to march back and forth, stopped suddenly, placed his hand out, palm up, behind his back, and said "Drop the coins." And from that he marked the spot we should drill and gave an estimate as to depth, cautioning us that because of all the calcification in the rock and the altitude, he might be off by 50 meters. His "guesstimate" was 50 meters, so we aim for 100. And today we found out the permit is in, so let the fun begin.
Back at the hotel, we found ourselves assaulted by the ubiquitous Billy Mays. What a small world, really. No laundromats, a water diviner with ancient coins, and Billy Mays selling the Samurai Shark. As the Catalans would say "Que mes vols?"(What more do you want?).