A riddle: What's closed in by the neighbor's concrete wall, at the lowest elevation in the neighborhood, and surrounded by a moat that has no outlet?
Ah hah! You guessed it ... my house!
It was fast. Furious. Muddy. Funny. My cat even peed his "pants" out of fear of the sound of the 2 cm diameter hail that came along with the rain. There I was, camera in hand, frantically throwing duffel bags, files and packing supplies on top of beds.
I must say, the bathroom has never looked this shiny.
Three rooms are under an inch or so of water. The equipment we have at our disposal here in the Mexican hinterlands includes a mop and a few buckets. You know what I want to do?
Have a glass of wine in an old olive jar. Laugh. There's nothing like leaving Mexico with a bang. Or a splash.
**I'm still doing the classroom countdown to goodbye, only the countdown has been accelerated. The last day of school was moved up to the 20th due to some government educational bureaucracy. Seven days left.**