It's the middle of the night, and I left the comfort of my husband's spooning arms because I can't sleep. It's not loud neighbors or howler monkeys calling out into the wild keeping me up, it's an absolutely tremendous thunderstorm. This storm is more than a fierce, competitive bowling game, it's mother nature breaking every dish in the house.
It's "winter" here which I think it's unfair to call it, since for me, winter conjours up visions of snow covered pine trees and seeing your breath in the cold, bone-chilling air. In Central America, "winter" comes in June, July, and August and means hot, sunny days balanced with the absolutely most powerful Thunderstorms you can imagine. Daily. Huge dark, looming storm clouds fill the horizon of a perfectly blue sky, and an absolute deluge of water covers paradise. Heed my warning if you ever consider a summer vacation to Mexico or Central America in the summertime. These storms chew up smiling, fun-craving, umbrella-carrying, gringos for breakfast.