Probaditas de Morelia

Wow, that was a short summer. The hottest time of the year here is April and it was hot but not the kind of crazy hot you would expect from Mexico. The rainy season, which just began, lasts until September. Now every day at 3pm huge rain drops, and frequently hail (yes, the ice kind), plummet from the sky producing a staggering amount of noise as they crash into the roof of my apartment. The drops are of such a size that you can feel each one as it hits you, instantly soaking through to your skin.

You know those huge rain-gutters they have in the parts of the mid-west where it dumps buckets every day in the summer? Yeah, those don’t exist here so everyday the streets turn into wild, rushing rivers for one hour and life sloshes to a standstill. People stand in doorways and under awnings waiting for the worst to pass.

I suppose that’s the big difference between living in a big city and a small town. Although Morelia has more people than San Francisco, it retains the soul of a small town when it comes to things like rushing around. Nothing is so important that you can’t wait one hour so you don’t get washed away in a temporary river.

It's still early to make a definitive judgement on this but the rainy season appears to consist of hot mornings, rainy afternoons, and cool, clear nights and evenings. Very nice.