More rain

In the morning we did laundry and hung it up knowing that it would be dry by early afternoon. Later, it was pretty warm and humid so once again we needed a trip to Barra to the beach. Unusually, there was very little breeze that day. Ronda and John showed up as well as their neighbours Eric and Anna. There was a lot of excitement when a turtle appeared in the surf but it turned out to be a partially submerged log; I even took pictures. Everybody was having a great time, then it started to rain.

It bucketed it down for a while, however, I was four beers in and Rosalie was on her second margarita so we didn’t care much. Fortunately, it held off until we got home but soon there was another downpour. Oh! Yeah, the laundry! It was soaked. The next day it rained again so now we have to wait for a dry day.

The next morning, up on the palapa on the roof for a morning of doing very little it started to rain again. It was on and off for most of the morning and early afternoon. tropical storm Norma storm passed by out at sea so I guess we got the effects of that. There are ten centimetres a day expected until Saturday. My dilemma is, do I take the car to high ground yet, or not? I think it will be fine for now.

While the rain was coming down, Rosalie got a phone call from the guy who was supposed to come and cut our coconuts down last week, as they were getting really big and would do some damage if they fell on your head. As we leave, I make Rosalie walk on that side just in case.

Her Spanish is getting really good and she explained to him how to get here. After a while her phone rang again and from what I could make of the conversation he was somewhere nearby. Not so, he was still on the other side of town in Villa Obregon. More directions didn’t seem to help as he called again a little later; still lost. I went out to the street several times to see if I could see him only to find that he was still in Villa Obregon.

I think he called about five times, at least he was persistent. But he obviously knew nothing about his own town. In the end, I told Rosalie to say “olvídalo” (forget it.) I think he had had enough by now and wanted to give it a miss anyway. The odd thing is that last year he found us with no trouble.

When it stopped raining we went to Tito’s just to get out of the house.