Inundando
It was the umpteenth time, in too few weeks. Yet again, flashes of lightning sliced through the sky followed by growling explosions of thunder. The water poured from the sky as if God too was emptying His laundry water. The rising water below and the rushing torrents from above met. As they bathed my whole yard into a muddy pool, I stepped out from under the roof. It had been an amazing day. Thursdays are always my day off, but this one had been perhaps the best yet. The day started strong with a jungle picnic, followed by a productive afternoon, and a giant fruit salad which I ate staring up at stunning mountain peaks. It was immaculate. Until suddenly, as the day drew to a dusky close, the lights cut out. Power outages are customary here in Bolivia. They come like clockwork just when you don't want them. Walking back to my house back at Familia Feliz, I groaned as I noticed that still, not a single light welcomed me. Here, no power means no water. No water a