Two nights ago I woke up to wind whistling forcefully through the windows and doors which had all been shut tightly against the rain. 'It looks like a hurricane out there!' I thought to myself as I rolled over and went back to sleep. But it wasn't, it was just a massive tropical storm that hit us on our side of the coast, the first to do so since I've been here.
Yes, we got the first of the season! Tropical Storm Alma!
It continued to rain hard most of the day, but by afternoon, the storm moved on to wreak havoc on the rest of Nicaragua and parts of Honduras.
Watching the news that night I could see the destruction of the storm easily. Homes here aren't built out of floodplains, they're built wherever people can find a place cheap enough. Homes aren't built to withstand winds of 65 mph, they're built to shelter just as much as they can afford from the drizzle with cardboard and zinc.