These storms from the last couple of weeks remind me of the stuff we experienced down in Mexico. The light, the sound, the winds, the suddenness of it...
i remember our trip to Chichen Itza. On the bus on the way back to Cancun, dropping people off at different hotels, it started storming just like it is now. We pulled into one hotel which was flying all kinds of different countries flags. The fag couple who we made friends with were admiring the flags, and noticing the order in which they were taken down. The US was first, followed by Japan, Germany, whatever.
"Which one is yours?" they asked.
"The red and white one with he leaf in the middle. I bet they take it down last."
And it WAS taken down last! Somehow that made us proud. We're tough man, our flag can withstand a little drizzle, and we don't need to be pampered like The Stars and Stripes.
The fags were really good guys, we shared a few laughs and a few drinks.
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