Consider building an ark. The local paper is full of nothing but weather, which, since it divides its news by town is rather repetitive. Apparently it is raining in Tuxtla, in Comitan, in the villages, and now the rain is proceeding towards Guatemala (where it can stay, as far as I am concerned).
In San Cristobal, according to the paper, the wind has brought down several trees and a lamppost, which is scarcely exciting by hurricane standards. It also isn’t doing much for the arts festival, which starts today and is attended only by a few people huddled morosely in the corners of the zocalo.
I buy a new jumper, which is the first article of clothing I’ve bought since having Daisy, and which is a bit ethic, but fabulously warm. It’s amazing how, after only a few months off work, you can revert to wearing the same sort of clothes as you did as a teenager. I also fail to restrain myself from buying Daisy yet another pretty embroidered blouse. She will have far too many impractical clothes by the time we get home.
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