Apparently, there is supposed to be a hurricane coming through here pretty soon. As a matter of fact, it’s been a little too quiet in the last couple of hours. The kind of peaceful breeze and rain that makes you want to cuddle with the closest person next to you. I live alone so my basketball has been getting some extra loving. But I don’t know if it’s really gonna hit or just pass on by and leave Manzanillo untouched.
Anyways, I think it will be my first hurricane since I was a kid, and even then, I don’t remember it. But I always remember watching the news from the Pacific Northwest in Washington State of drastic natural disasters throughout other parts of the world. Many people dying, communities destroyed, and a lot of reconstruction and social repair left at the hands of many who have been stripped of everything but their faith.
It’s really interesting how humanity works. We are driven by competitiveness and look for ways to stand out from the crowd regardless of where we live. But when a natural disaster strikes or is about to strike, there is a sense of common understanding and collective identity in facing good ol’ mother nature that is indiscriminate to your race, age, sex, religion and whatever other social categories we humans have created.
Why is Payazaro being so surrrrrrious? Chill out peeps, I’m not being surrrious, just bonding with my sense of self and appreciating my role within humanity. Why wait until your house gets destroyed by a hurricane (which is possible in the near future for me) and you’re left helpless and vulnerable in the streets? Will you be a selfish sumumabish and not help me?
OK, enough seriousness for one day. What I really need to do is stock up on beer like a friend suggested. Mexico is a party land where the beers are ever-flowing at all times of the year, but I have a feeling the liquor stores will be closing even if they don’t want to. Even with all this rain it’s still pretty hot and humid.
This is the flooded street in front of my house:
