If a picture is worth a thousand words it must be one hell of a picture, eh?
From the rain-drenched balcony of a hotel room daughter one asks: “Did you check the forecast before you booked the trip?”
Daughter two chimes in: “Is it possible to get a flight home?”
My family and I were just a wee bit east of where Hurricane Patricia made landfall 12 days ago. And when you are in a torrential downpour with two teenage girls, it can be quite a … well … crappy time.
Mother (that would be) says to herself: “Do you think I book vacations based on a 10-day forecast? Do you not think, that perhaps, I made these plans a long frickin’ time ago? Do you think, that perhaps, you might cut me a little slack as Mother Nature doesn’t exactly confer with me before she makes her plans to wreak havoc on this one-time lovely, hot, sunny beach? And for that matter, do you think that perhaps you could stop scowling at me for spending a few thousand dollars to take you on a vacation, in Mexico, where I might add, it NEVER rains like this?”
Fortunately, we were safe — but after those rainy afternoons (mornings, nights, dawn, dusks) I will never assume that just because a place is supposed to be one way, that it will be that way when I am there. (Honestly people, I think Mother Nature has it out for me … that or she’s never had teenage daughters.)