The Hurricaine that Wasn’t (at least here)

We we notified last Monday that there was a Hurricane heading our way later in the week and that some of us were going to have to pack up our bags and move to safer ground. My village was on of the four (of 10) which the Peace Corps deemed in danger. I think the decision was based on the fact that it’s perched on a hill and also that the only access (that I know of) is across a bridge. We went back to Santa Lucia Milpas Altas on Tuesday with a bag packed for a few nights. Once again we were with host families. This time it seemed that both the families and the trainees (myself included) knew this was for a short duration so a lot of effort wasn’t put into getting to know eachother. On the other hand, for the dozen or so trainees who found themselves back together again it was a good time to get to know eachother. The two nights we were there we found an out of the way cantina and had a couple of drinks after classes and before heading back to our host families. It was quite enjoyable to speak English and “decompress” with others in the same boat (no pun intended). The Hurricane missed us by a ways so there isn’t a good story to tell about that, but I can understand why the Peace Corps wanted is high and dry and safe.