Another day … another change.
Help in the form of supplies is coming into San Pancho.
Each morning we go down to where the San Pancho bridge used to be and see what is happening. Yesterday, remember, it was a zipline or a boat to get across the river. Today … another pedestrian bridge, just like the one that washed away Sunday night. Two steel beams, two by fours, and plywood.
And so, it has foot traffic this morning. Man after man, an ant column of them, bringing things into San Pancho. I saw oranges and apples, carrots, tomatoes, cilantro, one cauliflower, lettuce. Gasoline in huge (10 gallon?) plastic bottles. A case of tuna. Water, the huge bottles you turn upside down in the kitchen (5 gallon?). One man from Ciel (the water company Coca Cola owns) carrying 48 quart bottles of water at once! Propane? Not so much. I saw one canister come across. And the biggest package of toilet paper you've ever seen. I'm sure there will be more to come.
I went to Vegetable Lady and bought an onion, two carrots, three stalks of celery, two bananas and one pineapple. I don't want to be greedy and there are people here who need the new supplies much more than we do.
The sun is actually shining late morning. We've had no more rain or flooding.
Talk about flooding … talk about the river. Talk about naive. I realized that, in the three years we've been here, I never heard the river's name. "It doesn't have a name," a young Mexican friend explained yesterday, "because it is an arroyo." I should have known that! Dry for at least nine, maybe ten, maybe more months a year, that arroyo is now raging like a river. But, it will soon disappear, just like it does every year.
And that is that. No more. Just another day. We live for today, as the Mexican people do. And tomorrow will be a new day.
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