riding high

A major storm came through on monday and destroyed one part of my road and because of that, all my buses have gone on strike until the gov't decides to fix the road. But how is she sending this blog, you wonder...I didn't know about the strike until I got down to the caseta and heard the story from some campesinos. I was about to go back to my house and curse myself for waking up at 530 but along came a jalon and though I was hesitant, I got in. So did about 10 others. In the end, there were 21 people in the back of the truck. I was sitting on the back praying that 1. the door wouldn't fly open when we hit a bump and 2. that I wouldn't fall off. Going uphill sucked because all that weight went back and I could only hold on to the back with one arm since there was no room to move. But it was an adventure. The gov't will work fast on this one, I'm sure, because getting to santa rosa is a necessary part of life for campesinos.