I have not
seen a storm, the likes of which I am in right now, since I was last in
Arkansas, and I have seen quite a handful of storms since then. I had huge plans for today. I was going to eat breakfast, let that settle
a bit then head to the gym for my first run in almost two weeks. Not easy for me to go without but I guess
that’s what happens when you’re sick.
And on vacation. Mostly
sick.
Wait, I have
readjusted my POV of this storm. This is
the most impressive one I have seen in my life.
Not even Arkansas can get it this good, tornados excluded. There are no winds to be had here,
really. But I just heard thunder that is
the stuff that can make a grown-up cry, not to mention the kids I heard wailing
just after that. Oh my goodness I am so
thankful for this!!!!! Car alarms are
going off too. At least two different
ones that I can hear.
Anyway, so
after the run, I was planning on trying to find somewhere that sells wine, then
heading out to the lawn to work on my cross stitch outside while enjoying this
comfortable, humid, warm weather. Not
something that I get very much of in my dry and dusty home. Just as I was about to head into the little
mini mart, I noticed a lot of clouds. I
hadn’t seen any since the first day here and it rained that night but was clear
again by the next morning. I got my wine
and headed back to the hotel. One of the
gentlemen that works here shook his head and said he didn’t know about this
weather. I asked if he thought it was going
to rain and he nodded. Fine by me. So I’d adjust my afternoon’s plans. I like rain anyway. I thought I’d still maybe sit outside, just under one of the umbrellas. I started to wash my clothes when I noticed
the thunder was getting closer. And
closer. And then I heard the lightning. Really heard it. Like, loudly heard it. That’s a mighty big sound, for the
record. I opened the blinds, hoping no
bugs would be out in this, and proceeded to get a few videos of the
weather. I wanted to remember the sound. I don’t even know if the camera can even
begin to capture the bigness of these sounds, but I’ll post ‘em later if I find
out that it did. So right now I have
half-washed gym clothes sitting in the sink but I can’t pull myself away from
the window to finish them. Hey, it’s not
very often I get to experience something like this!
So my darling
G left yesterday. I was bummed to see
her go, but I know she was happy to get back to her honey. Can’t say I blame her. I’m looking forward to
seeing mine again! Boy was our ride back
to Belgrade a pain. We left pretty early,
with enough time to have a few things go wrong and to deal with traffic. Nothing went wrong until we had to deal with
traffic. Thankfully she was of the
mindset that if she missed the flight, she’d just get another one. Even more thankfully, she didn’t miss her
flight. But we were on the bus just under
five hours. Five long hours, thank
you. And of course the first cab driver
that snagged us was parked furthest away from the bus station. But that’s okay. We made it and that’s what really
matters. I had such a great time with
her here. As much as I’ve always loved
hanging out with her in familiar territory, hanging out with her in a different
country was even better. We had a few
picture outings, ate a LOT of good food, met some interesting people, and found
ourselves amused at the people who surprisingly speak English and the ones we
thought would but don’t. So much for
predictability.
On the bus
yesterday a young lady and a younger boy got on the bus at one stop. She spoke English, the kiddo spoke enough
Serbian to communicate but it didn’t seem like he was quite fluent. We figured they were either siblings or
cousins, though G didn’t think that one would speak Serbian with the other not
understanding anything if they were brother & sister… but ya never know. So after they got on the bus, G said that the
girl gave off that vibe that she might have been an English speaker. I laughed and said “what, like us, lost &
confused?” I guess to our credit we
haven’t been too confused at all and we never did manage to get lost, but there
were a few iffy moments that we got through.
Alright, this
awesome display of Mother Nature is coming to a close so I’ll head back to my
gym clothes that are so in need of care.
Anybody know what makes thunder claps sound so different? There’s the deep, rumbly ones, the type that
sounds like sheet metal being shaken to death, the kind that makes you want to
jump out of your skin… What is that all about?
And how do we even differentiate between different claps of thunder if
one starts when the other one is going?
These are definitely questions I’ve never had to ponder before. Any ideas?
(About three
minutes after the rain mostly stops there are people back on the streets
laughing and having a grand ol’ time.
Truly, I love this place.)
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