A run in with the policia

Yesterday, just as i was disconnecting from the internet and heading for home, a police officer rode up to the SUV on his motocycle. It was pouring rain, he got off his bike, walked up and he knocked on my window. I turned on the ignition so that I could activate the electronic window button. He was speaking Spanish, but I understood that someone had called wondering what I was doing, sitting in a car. I explained in my awkward Spanish that I live in Rio Blanco, we don't have internet and that I was sitting with my laptop and data card. He started to laugh. I told him I would leave immediately. He smiled, all wet, wrote my name down on a piece of paper and motioned for me to stay, not to worry and that everything was okay. It was not a problem for me to be there. No harm done. Phew! A few minutes later I was on the road back home. I saw Jefri, the oldest boy in my class, and his father, Luis, who we had met on Friday night at the Faroles celebration. They were under cover, staying as dry as possible . They walk everywhere. I guessed they were on their way back home, which is approximately 3 kms from Copey. I offered them a ride and they accepted. You can do that in small rural communities, once you start to get to know each other. I was happy to help. And they were grateful.