Chuva!

The rainy season is upon us here in Quelimane. Friday the 5th was probably the hottest day we've had. I worked up at sweat just brushing my teeth. The situation was made worse by our tin roof that turns our house into an oven. By late afternoon, gigantic cumulus clouds began growing in the sky, and by 4pm we could hear the rumble of thunder. We had a little sprinkle that night, but the real rain didn't happen until Saturday morning. We had a 20 minute downpour that left the streets flooded almost up to our knees. As I was sitting in my room enjoying the sound of rain on the roof, I heard, "Oh crap!" and looked up to see Amy sprinting down the hallway and returning 2 seconds later with our largest pan. We quickly realized that the pan could not catch all the rain that was leaking through the sealing, so we grabbed Amy's stuff and moved her into the living room.

We also decided on Saturday night that we have the rockin'est dependencia in all of Quelimane. Between the flashing Christmas lights, paper snowflakes, and perpetually playing carols, we're pretty much a beacon of holiday cheer.