It is pouring here. As we were leaving the students in Tlacochahuaya tonight, it began to rain.
The colectivo taxi that shuttled us home had a rear passenger window that wouldn’t close, so I stuffed my umbrella in as much of the open space as I could until it started dripping in onto me, a sort of drain. I finally was able to lift the glass in the window enough to get it nearly rolled to the top.
Usually a colectivo driver will not drive farther than the colectivo station, but since the roads were as he said “mars” (oceans), he brought us as close to the posada as possible in the weather and traffic. This still meant that we had to dive out of the cab into the ocean of water and cars. We ran, and the puddles at the street corners were especially difficult to navigate as it was impossible to see where the curb begins.
People standing in doorways and sitting in their cars looked in disbelief as we navigated the flood.
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