Tonight in Puebla

Rolling thunder, sheets of lightning, sky cracking, and a hard driving rain.  I am drinking a Heineken in our hotel room, consulting the map and checking off the attractions that I have seen and want to see with Tim and Julia,  and watching the rain beat against the monastery windows.  Beneath our window is a pedestrian zone and people are yelling.  Car horns sound around the corner. And somewhere out in all that is Julia.