The lights went out, but only at the posada. We did not have power for more than four hours after the rain and lightning and thunder.
At 9:30, as the city was getting darker and darker, I heard some of the guests of the posada returning to the darkness, disappointed that there was no light. In my room, I was grateful I have stayed in this very room many times, can navigate the small space.
The French woman and her cat were noisiest about the inconvenience.
Just after I gave up on trying to get any more writing done for the day, at about 10:30, we powered back up.
I had turned on four lights and the fan and had to climb back out of bed to turn everything off.
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