It finally stopped raining this morning. I guess Mexico is an all-or-nothing kind of place. Last night we lost power off and on from 10-11pm and the wind whipping through our windows made it feel like we were part of a horror movie. At one point cracked the kitchen window to see how bad it was and realized it wasn't as windy as I thought; the windows aren't sealed so it was only howling inside the condo.
We didn't go running this morning because when it rains, it pools, and I didn't feel like drowning my sneakers, so our first venture outside was bringing Ibis to work. The streets were still wet, but not flooded, and they were filled with debris from trees and homes alike. The paper said eighteen trees and two posts were knocked down, and one professional surfer washed to shore. I'm not sure if that was related to the storm but Kin Kin's body was found in Ixtapa. I imagine the waves were huge last night and oh-so tempting to those who seek out the big thrills. At least it wasn't a shark.
I've gotten so used to the intense heat that comes with no rain that I was surprised yesterday's laundry was still damp. Typically clothes - even jeans - dry in a couple hours, and dishes take even less time. When the sun came out this morning around 9am and began drying up the remnants from the storm, I put our still-wet laundry back on the line. While hanging it, I looked down at our neighbors and counted three other women doing the same thing. Either I'm turning into a Mexican woman or it's just common sense.
I just checked - it's been a couple hours and everything is dry!