Flood

So today when we all woke up, we could feel the apocalypse air. Every time a cold front came through, the air changed. The windows whistled, it was a little cooler, and you could hear the waves crashing over the Malecón. This was one of those mornings. Despite the urge to go back to bed, we all ate breakfast and got ready to head to school. When we got to the bottom of the twelve flights of stairs, however, we saw that the road in front of us was flooded. The sidewalk was still dry so we began the six-block walk to Casa de las Americas. We turned the corner and got to the next street where we encountered a river in our way. Well, none of us were going to walk through eight inches of water that had been in those streets. So we decided we had no choice but to turn back. Upon doing so, there was a miniature tidal wave coming toward us which put our feet under five inches of water. We trudged back to the apartment, trying not to think about the awful things that were probably floating in the water we were walking through. After grabbing some refreshments for the day off, we tried to avoid the fact that we would probably have to go to school somehow. Inevitably, the ancient Casa bus pulled up and brought us dry and safely to our classes.