Monsoon Season?

That's a pretty good description of this week in Queretaro. Wet. The following pictures were taken a week ago at my house:
Here, we see my street, about 15 minutes after the really hard rain and hail had stopped. It rained really hard (with marble-sized hail) for only about 7 or 8 minutes, and the streets clogged up, water was pouring in our front door (you think I'm kidding, but it really was pouring in! The wind blew the rain directly at our door and windows in the front of the house, and the geniouses who built the house left gaps in the door and window frames so the water comes right in if hit at the right angle). Gaby was gone, so me and the kids got out a bunch of towels to try to keep the water from getting the rugs wet. I was about ready to start getting all valuables onto the table, beds, counters, and any other surface that is high enough to not flood. But thankfully the rain died down before it came to that.

We have two cute yellow parikeets at my house, and we put them in the backyard (under a roof) during the day. About 3 minutes into the rain/marble-sized hail, we remembered that the birds were still outside! I donned my only hooded jacket to go outside, and the kids warned that I had better cover my head with something hard because of the hail. So I used a plastic plate cover (the kind of thing you cover a plate of food with to go in the microwave) on my head under my hood. Should've gotten a picture of THAT! But the picture above is my jacket upon returninig to the house after seriously like 8 seconds outside, and some of that was under the roof!

Friday night, I went to Lila's house at about 10pm. We were going to go out to a cafe, but she didn't feel like it, so I thankfully went to her home. At about 11pm, we were finishing eating dinner, and I was about to say that I should get to bed. All of a sudden, there was a huge blast of thunder/lightening, the electricity blinked, and rain like I've never seen before started falling. After about half an hour of that, I doubted that I'd be going home that night, so I prepared to stay at Lila's house. But her brother thought maybe we could make it home, so we tried. The first few blocks were alright, but we got to one intersection, and the water was litterally flowing like a river down the street. Lila plowed through, and I was afraid the current would take the car with it! I had my hand down at the bottom of the door to feel when the water entered the car, which, miraculously, it never did. At one point, we saw water actually entering homes. My neighborhood was hard to drive through, but the houses didn't flood. (Gaby's house flooded a little over a foot deep 3 years ago!) The next day, I was going to work at the church, and a took a bus, and we went through a puddle so deep that the water entered the bus!! I also walked past somo houses where ladies were sweeping water out of their homes. Actually, that big puddle in the road is still there today (48 hours later). I should've taken a picture of that...

But such is life in Queretaro.

Also, my foot is feeling a lot better. Not perfect, but it doesn't hurt to walk, I am just resting it as much as possible. (The therapist who I went to saw me in high heel shoes at church today and just about had a fit...) oops.