Safe & Sound & Soaked

Having successfully dodged a hurricane on my flight to the States, and having spent two weeks in NY unwinding in the wonderfully warm late-summer sunshine, I guess that the weather gods were waiting to get even.

I had just carried my two suitcases into the living room, when the skies exploded. Hammering rain, blinding lightening, and rumbling thunder welcomed me back to Guatemala City. I called home from inside my clothes closet, because the rain falling on the tin roof of my “penthouse” apartment sounded like the beat of a thousand angry snare drums.

It rained long and it rained hard. It rained so much that the Guatemalan newspapers had to point out that it wasn’t actually hurricane-related, but “simply sucky” (a loose translation) weather.

As for the “being back in Guate” part, I’ll let you know how that goes. The two weeks I spent with my family flew by so quickly, that if it weren’t for the photographs on my computer and the extra pounds on my waist (Chinese Buffet! Whoo-hoo!) I’d hardly believe it happened.

I miss you all already, and I’m counting the days until Christmas vacation! (89, by the way. And with all this rain… hopefully the time will shrink!)