And I thought I could handle the cold

I wrote this yesterday, when the internet was out, and before the power decided to follow in suit. Today, all I have to add is how grateful I was to have a roof over my head last night. No even a mile away there were families try to sleep in boxes, and I was complaining about the cold...

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Monday
Two Saturdays ago, I got my first test of life in Mexico with rain. Honestly, it’s quite a mess, the world of dust from the summer turns into a mess of mud. As my shoes doubled their weight as I sunk into the mud, walking around the grounds.
Yet this time I feel as if I were ready to take on a hurricane. We’ve had solid rain since the morning and it has been extremely windy. Father Michael brought me along as he drove the Nasser kids to school. When it was initially suggested that driving in the mud was very different from driving in the snow, I scoffed at the idea. However, after watching just one drive to school and back, I take that all back. Essentially, it’s like driving on constant ice, instead of little patches. In mud your car is continually slipping. When you can slow down and stop on ice, the mud instead keeps sliding with gravity. While you may be content to try to admit temporary defeat, stop, and start again, the mud vetoes that idea. Fishtailing in the ice is a breeze, when you could say that fishtailing is basically a fancy way of saying driving in the mud. Also you’ve got mud being splashed up on the windshield, making the windshield wiper fluid even more important. All this to say, I can’t wait!
The internet has been down since the morning, and the power has been recently flickering in and out. It’s neat. Feels like you’re snowed in, except maybe with out the aesthetic appeal. The boys are all hanging out in the library, school’s canceled and you could mistake it for a holiday. When I woke up this morning and went out, they were all thrilled to share that they were free of the tyranny of education, for one day at least. As I hear the torrent, pelting down as we speak, I can’t help but think that tomorrow could be a bit of déjà vu.