Back in 1970 when the world was young, my wife and I set off from England, hitching East to India. My wife was carrying her Tatay Spanish guitar with her in a case. The first night near Cologne we were dropped off beside an autobahn in the middle of a torrential downpour. Not being able to get a lift we slept under a hedge and in the morning, thoroughly soaked, we went to a youth hostel to recover and dry out. It wasn't until we reached Yugoslavia that she took the guitar out of the case to play and discovered that water had penetrated the case and being trapped inside had softened the glue with predictable results. We posted the guitar back to England with the hope that when we eventually returned home it could be fixed.When we did get home she bought a new Tatay instead. But she still sometimes says that it is not any where near as good as the old one