The kindness of strangers

We're now out of our wet clothes, which are hanging to dry by the roaring fire. Without a dryer (which I think we will end up splurging on in the not-too-distant future), it takes forever for things to dry in this damp weather (after October, the air should be a lot less damp as it rains less and less.) While we were preparing our leftover penne with meat sauce from lunch, we received two phones calls from concerned neighbours: the first from our new friend Roberto, who owns the dairy farm. He was calling to make sure we were okay and not too worried about the river. He then invited us for a visit on Wednesday. The second phone call, about 15 minutes later, was from Cindy. Cindy is Sharon's mother. Sharon is one of the girls in my class. Cindy came with us last week to San Marcos to explain to the internet company ICE (pronounced ee-say) what we needed. Anyway, she also called to see how we were doing, and invited us to come stay with her if the river gets to high. And 2 hours later, Clara called just to say goodnight and to make sure we were happy, happy, happy. Bless her. We've only known these people for two weeks, yet they treat us like family. It's pretty amazing. People seem to take care of each other in this small rural community. Looks like we struck gold.