Friday night was a night of firsts:
The first time I (John) could ever say "The rain has washed my underwear" in our new language (yes, while I was still wearing them). As a new local friend and I returned to his home from a bikeride, the rain had begun REALLY pouring.
The first time I ever opened the door of an suv, and worried that water would get in before I could get out.
A second thought, simultaneous to the last, was (after I paused a moment following Erin's suggestion to take our shoes off before exiting the vehicle) "I'd rather have wet shoes than hepatitis." (the gutters are usually full of garbage and water of questionable sources, and these had overflowed into the streets).
First time I ever swept water (for hours) from the dining room, living room, bedrooms, and family room of a house (yes, the house where we are living; no, none of our possessions were ruined).
Thanks for letting me share the excitement!
