Hurricane

Last night we received what may have been remnants of the Cabo San Lucas hurricane.  We were shopping at our usual 20 de Noviembre market when it hit.  This market takes up an entire block and is covered by a metal roof just as large.  The water was pouring down amidst  thunder and lightning.  I love thunder storms but one bolt of lightening was so loud that  I involuntarily screamed and grabbed Arin. Arin swears he heard sparks and I agree with him that one of those bolts hit the metal roof.  We stayed in there for quite a while until Arin decided we should brave the elements.  We had to try two different exits before we could find one that wasn't completely impassible.  We headed for the Zocolo (town center) wading through 2"-3" rushing water.  Oaxaca is surrounded on two sides by the Sierra Mountains and the Rockies.(Yes, they extend from Colorado and California), so all the water flows downhill through the center of town.  By the time we reached our house, we had braved 4" flood waters, were soaking wet, and although we live uphill and were always going against the flow of water, my feet were still my flipflops.  There were sticks and cups and all manor of debris floating by.  It was very invigorating and Arin akin-ed it to a similar episode in Arizona when he had encountered the same while wearing his rollarskates and still 7 miles from his destination instead of just 7 blocks.