Yesterday it poured harder than I have ever seen for about a half hour. That’s all it took to flood the whole town. I had to make my way through this brown river past children who were pointing and laughing at me and adults to polite to point and laugh. Apparently they have never seen a gringo in these neighborhoods carrying a little white chihuahua through the middle of a flood.
My truck is worse than the mechanic thought, so it will take another day to fix it. I wanted to sleep at the garage to save money, but the junkyard dog that guards the place does not like me, so one more night in a hotel.