Pablo

The day started with the usual breakfast of coffee and bread, but the waves were crashing about. The wind was picking up and the rain would not stop. Instead of waiting things out to see what happened, we decided to go to higher ground at the prompting of our driver. There's a village across the highway from us, and we stayed in the house of one of our relatives.

Power had just gone out when we arrived at the house. But the house was lit brightly thanks to these badass lamps that kicked darkness in the butt. The wind was scary though and we could hear stuff flying about, roofs flapping, hanging on for dear life.

The rest of the day was a blur. I was scared, but not really. I was in pain (periods suck), but at least I had a huge comfy bed to lie in. Lucia was the delight of everyone, goofing around with my Lolo. We were actually able to sleep early since it was so cold, and by nighttime, the rain had stopped.

When we got back to the house this morning, there was hardly any damage. The waves had crashed onto the deck and into Nana and Daddy's room, but the sea itself did not overflow into the garden. There were several trees that fell on our property though, and so the tenants are chopping them so that they can rebuild parts of their houses.

Amazingly, there were no casualties. The local government was excellent and they prepared very well. Now, all is back to normal. The sun is shining high in the sky again, as if nothing had happened.

Yup. Everything's a metaphor here.