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Thursday, November 16, 2006

"This kind of storm doesn't have a name..."

That's what our neighbor told me yesterday afternoon after we were pelted with hail the size of golf balls for 45 minutes. It was really pretty amazing. I can say that because we were incredibly lucky (and live in a ground floor abode with someone above us and no south facing windows and our car safely in the garage) and we had no damage. But most of the city has broken windows on houses, building and cars. Mario's parents have an aluminum roof over their patio and it has HOLES in it from the hail flying through! That is some serious hail. The streets are also littered with branches, leaves, and one block over an entire tree blew over- roots lifted out of the gound and everything.

I just realized I'm a dork and forgot the cable to down load the pictures from my camera so will do that later so you can appreciate our stormy city.

I decided that white stuff falling from the sky was as close to my typical Christmas weather as I'm gong to get so went home and turned on the Christmas music...

The sidewalk in front of our house.

Mario uses his mouth to demonstrate the size of the hail. This is an hour or so after it had fallen, and that mouth is not small!

Our neighbor Pancho's house. The hail broke his wooden shutters and the windows behind them!

Our friend Marcelo got out of his car to take pictures and got nailed by one...

2 comments:

Martababe said...

Oh my gosh, that is a crazy storm. I can't believe the mark it left on your friends body!!!

Anonymous said...

Come home to the U.S. the storms are just not safe! :) We miss you so much! I hope you are feeling well and that you create a fabulous Thanksgiving abroad?
Love-Tammy