Where Am I, Again?

There was a a cool front a few days ago. It has been raining off and on all week. It’s just like Louisiana.

Saturday is Spanish class, from noon to two. At about 11:30 I started trying to call a taxi.

All three numbers I tried were busy.

It wasn’t raining at that moment, so I decided to start walking, and told myself, If I haven’t got a taxi by the time I get to Revolution  Boulevard, I’ll turn around and go home. That’s a good twenty-minute walk, so if nothing else, I’ll get some exercise.

As I walked through the neighborhood, there wasn’t a taxi in sight.

I took photos. If I didn’t make it to the class, at least I’d get more pictures.

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“Torreon” means “tower”

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Not a terrible place for walking.

But soon I’m thinking, well, I’ve come this far, I don’t want to go back now! I’m only twenty minutes late. Soon I was hoofing it up Revolution and it was wet and dirty and I was thinking, come on, Mr. Taxi Man, see me?? I want a ride!

One of them did, and I was only half an hour late for class.

During the class, we heard thunder and rain, but we only paid attention for a moment or two. When class was over, I tried again to call a taxi, but the lines were all still busy.

It’s a long way from my house to the language school.

A couple of nice girls from the school stood on the sidewalk with me for a few minutes. There were taxis whizzing by, but none were free.  I said, that’s okay, I’ll try on  the corner.

This is what the corner looked like:

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What do you do in Lake Charles when the streets flood?

You wait.

So I walked up the street a little way and found this:

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By the time the tacos came,  I had asked for the wifi password and checked in on Facebook. I was feeling right at home. The tacos were great. The beer was the same Mexican beer I drink at Casa Manana on Cities Service Highway.

By the time I finished eating,  the taxi dispatchers were  answering, but they had no taxis available. This I affirmed after telling them where I was, my name, and what I was wearing!  I don’t know what they were telling me exactly, but I was able to say, “You have no taxi available?” and understand when they answered, “That’s right.”

I went up the street the other direction, found a place that wasn’t flooded, and crossed. After wandering around with my map for a few minutes, I walked up the main street the other direction and finally, on the corner where there’s a huge shopping center,  got in a taxi.

The sky is clearing. From  the kitchen table I can see white puffy clouds and blue sky. No problem for  me to walk up to the supermarket to get toilet paper, eggs, and apples.

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Elm Street after  the rain

The locals are very enthusiastic about the cool, wet weather.  When they ask me if I like it, I say, “I’m from Louisiana. We have a lot of rain there.”

I thought I was going to be living in a dramatically different climate. I expected to be bathing myself  in coconut oil to alleviate alligator skin. So far, it hasn’t happened. So far, it’s really not that different.

I hope it’s sunny tomorrow.

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