a change of plans.

I learned a new Spanish word this weekend: granizo. Hail. It came in abundance this weekend, smack dab in between torrential downpours. The timing was perfect...it began just as I was stepping off a bus to meet with three sweet gals in Coyoacan.

The plan was to sit down in a cozy cafe and chat over a couple plates of enchiladas. Well, as soon as the rain came, people abandoned the parks and streets, pouring into every nook and cranny of restaurants, cafes, ice cream shops, libraries, banks...you name it. 

There was no room for us inside, so plan B: brave the weather. But not without a crisp and toasty churro to warm the soul. 

 And while we were on a roll, why not stop at the next 3 food stands? 

Post gorging, we ducked into a church to find brief relief from the relentless rain. We were just in time to catch a bride dashing into the angry weather. By the smitten, blissful look on her face, she didn't even seem to notice.  

After managing to chase down a bus through the flooded street, it was time to call it a night. Not exactly what I had in mind. I didn't get to hear their stories. Didn't get to pour out my heart over enchiladas. 

But as I sat in my soaked clothes on the way home, I was thankful that beyond sharing laughs and shivers, these girls were sharing their city with me. Their lives. And just maybe...that was better than my plan.