I heard through the grapevine (namely when they prayed at church) that Maria was looming, but the week started out normal enough. It didn’t take long to realize the widespread panic and fear that was setting in across the island. Pierre told me that while I was out with the kids, the Mayor of Isabela was driving around in one of those speaker cars warning everyone. Grocery stores were again filled to the brim with people stocking up on water and canned goods. Meanwhile, I was once again refusing to accept the reports and going about my days as usual. Continue reading →