Dejavú. I’ve literally just been here. In this place. In this situation.
I got up around 6 am. Today was the day to prepare for another hurricane…
Hurricane Maria. I’m really worried this time, maybe more so than with Irma. I don’t feel as stressed now, but I have a different sense un unease in my stomach. I guess, I’d say that I feel calmly nervous. Calmly stressed.
We just had a few hours to move everything from outside the house to the inside and finish packing before we left for the airport to fly to New York – again. We moved all of our furniture, things and BBQ from the patio and inside to the living room, which is now completely full.
Now we’re waiting for our connecting flight in Miami, which just got delayed 2 hours and 15 minutes. I wonder if it has something to do with Jose?
Just saw on the news that there was a 7.1 earthquake in Mexico (near Mexico City). Wasn’t there also an earthquake in Mexico a few weeks ago when Hurricane Irma passed through the Caribbean?
We’ll arrive at JFK around 11:30 pm and be at our hotel sometime after midnight.
Hurricane Maria is a category 5 storm. She already passed Dominica – most likely (I haven’t heard any news yet) chewed up the little island and spit it out again on her journey of wrath through the Caribbean. She’ll hit The Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico next…and then the Dominican Republic.
I don’t like the satellite image at all. Despite what many people are saying, I think Punta Cana will get hit. I pray to God that Punta Cana and the Dominican Republic will be spared once again, but the hurricane just looks too big.
Oh, God. I hope everyone and everything that we left behind will be safe…will be okay. I hope we can come back and just get right back to our normal lives and routines.
But the truth is that I just don’t know. The truth is that this time, I’m afraid we won’t have as much luck as we had with Irma.