Here's a view from the steps of our building. A typhoon's moving through. Now I understand why the standard casual dress code is calf-length pants and flip flops. I had to roll up my pants and wade in driving rain to the cafe to send some emails. It's unsure whether we'll be able to fly out tomorrow, but everyone here seems to be taking it in stride.This week has been a little crazy wrapping everything up, so I'm way behind in my posts. Soon to come: Playing tourist on a picture-perfect island, a day at a convent in the countryside, hope for children in an even poorer neighborhood, more museums of course, and now a serious rain.
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