Tropical storm Agatha brought up memories of Hurricane Stan - five years ago this October. I´ve told the story hundreds of times, but never written it down. My son was two years old - almost three. A bunch of friends were staying with us, sleeping in the studio. The studio is about 25 feet away from the house.
My friend Javi woke up first, from the sound of tree trunks hitting the wall of the studio. He woke the others. When they opened the door, they couldn´t beleive what they saw.
Between the two buildings ran a huge river. Both buidings are raised off the ground by about four steps. The water was up to the top steps. Javi and another friend found some rope and set out to cross the river to get my husband, son and myself (we were very asleep at 3am). I hadn´t locked the door, so Javi just came in. I woke up to him screaming that we had to get up and go. I had no idea what was going on. No idea at all.
My friend Javi woke up first, from the sound of tree trunks hitting the wall of the studio. He woke the others. When they opened the door, they couldn´t beleive what they saw.
Between the two buildings ran a huge river. Both buidings are raised off the ground by about four steps. The water was up to the top steps. Javi and another friend found some rope and set out to cross the river to get my husband, son and myself (we were very asleep at 3am). I hadn´t locked the door, so Javi just came in. I woke up to him screaming that we had to get up and go. I had no idea what was going on. No idea at all.
