Ring, Ring, Who's There?

Nobody. 

Nobody who?

No seriously nobody. 

Tonight I was dropped off from school by Andrea.  We had a date of catch up, greasy food and Wii after staying late on a Friday night. I walked in to my apartment, began to shed my work clothes and put on my Friday night lounging wear - black comfy elastic waistband pants and t-shirt and was using the bathroom when my portero phone rang.  This is the phone my doorman/guard calls me on.  Usually the calls are based around deliveries for food, groceries, ect.  

I quickly finished, washed my hands, thinking it might ring again.  Could it be Andrea calling?  No, she'd call my cell phone.  My porteros allow any gringo up into my apartment.  They never call.  They trust the gringos.  Well, let's at least hope that's it, not due to my Portuguese difficulities.

While gathering stuff for my hang out, the phone rang again.  I quickly walked to the kitchen and picked up.  No answer.  I called the portero since I'd missed the call and nothing happened.

So I continued gathering stuff.  Ring, ring.  Phone again.  I picked up, said hello (hola actually) and nothing.  I called the portero again.  94. Nothing. 

By this point I realized that it would just have to wait a few more minutes until I went downstairs to leave and meet Andrea. 

I grabbed my purse, opened the door and turned to lock it.  At that same moment, I saw my neighbor for the first time.  I think a young couple with a baby live next door but they hide from me so I'm not really sure.  Literally run.  Her apartment door was open and there she  was in her kitchen only wearing a bra and a towel.  Somebody must have been by the door because she yelled at them to close it.  Quiet, quick close (because in Brazil it's considered rude to slam doors). Hi, nice to meet you too.

When I got downstairs I approached the portero.  I told him what had happened.  He smiled and told me that there are problems with the phone wires right now.  Each phone actually rings for 2 apartments currently.  He laughed.  Guess my topless, well, shirtless neighbor must have been the one with the guest tonight. 

This week I've seen electricians rewiring all over.  My internet's been spotty as well.  I believe this explains the mix-up but I do wonder how this is something that's been changed.  I'm not an electrician but it seems if they weren't sharing before, why would they now? 

It'll be fun to see how this connects my mystery neighbors and I together.  Hopefully I won't bug them too much but at least if both our phones are ringing, perhaps we'll finally meet!  Shirtless or shirted.