It isn't supposed to rain here in February. The rainy season normally extends from mid-June to mid-October, and is actually a favorite time for many of those who live here as all becomes green and lush and scented with blooming flowers. It also helps that the rain during that season falls mostly at night with the sun still shining brightly during the day. But this isn't the rainy season, and what is supposed to be the dry season hasn't been so dry for us this past week, which brought cool, rainy weather that had us abandoning our shorts and sandals for long pants and socks, and even sweatshirts. The houses here don't have central heating – it's normally not needed – so you feel it when the temperature drops and the rains keep you inside, especially after you've become accustomed to being warm. To the locals these uncharacteristic spells of wetness are known as las cabañuelas, which means something like “gift to the farmers” and are said to predict a good rainy season ahead. That's fine for the farmers but we want to be warm and dry. Fortunately, it looks like this rainy period has finally ended and our temperatures are creeping back into the 70s F, which as far as we're concerned, is where they belong.
Storm clouds brew behind the church in Chapala.
White pelicans.
Down at the lake.
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