It REALLY rains here.
You’ve probably seen me mention the rainy season and wondered why I had my panties in a twist about it, unless you’re Trini, in which case you know all about the rainy season and how to deal.
But, for those of you who haven’t seen the madness that is a tropical rainy season, let me tell you ALL about it and how it affects your entire life–your food, your workouts, and your hair.
Basically, Trinidad has two seasons–dry and rainy. During the dry season, it’s 93 F with zero humidity and it rains once in a blue moon.
During the rainy season, it’s 93 F with 90% humidity and it rains constantly. It pours. Buckets and buckets and buckets. No sweet April showers here, folks; we get black skies and heavy, low-hanging clouds:
The rain is absolutely torrential–you could wash your hair under a downpour in less time that it takes using a good-pressured showerhead, I am certain of it:
The rain most certainly brings things into bloom. They look so pretty that I usually don’t mind how it takes two Zyrtek, two doses of eye drops, and two doses of nasal spray each day to keep me from ripping my face off from seasonal allergies (which last–you guessed it–all rainy season long). See how gorgeous?
However, the rainy season also brings power outages (which would not vex me nearly as much if they didn’t mean being fan-less and sweaty) and floods, like the ones I had to wade through on my way back from the airport last August (thanks again, Mr. Neighbor with the Pickup Truck for hoisting me and my goods onto the back of your pickup truck and getting me home safely!):
The rainy season also brings the scourge of bugs all up in your kitchen business, nibbling away at anything in a bag and therefore surprising you when you open the rice and find bugs and rice dust. It also brings the scourge of mosquitoes all up in your joint, nibbling on your legs and other tasty areas (but mainly my legs–freaks) and inducing general paranoia about dengue fever in the bitee.
I had dengue when I was ten. It sucked. Can’t they just move along? (I tried as hard as I could to get a picture of my currently-mosquito-colonized legs, but I’d rather not have readers passing out from grossness).
Of course the rainy season makes your skin nice and glowy, but it also makes your hair resemble a nest of sloppy crackhead birds. No, I’m not showing you a picture of my frizzy head because you might not come back to my blog.
The rainy season also makes a Blindy McGoo driver like me terrified of being caught out on the road when the skies open up (and, of course, of getting my hair and feet wet when I eventually get out of my car). Traffic stops when it rains heavily. The wipers can’t handle it. It’s a bonafide acceptable excuse for being late here.
And that, of course, means that getting to the pool becomes rather difficult–should it even be open on a very rainy day, since the slightest threat of thunder is enough to send the lovely pool-managing dudes running back home and hiding under their tables (or just not letting me or anyone swim if a thunderclap was heard in the last twelve hours). Thank goodness for Core Fusion DVDs and Zumba at home, or my fitness would take a serious hit from the weather, sheesh.
As for the beach–ha. You pack up your car, you hope for the best, you drive an hour to get there… and if the rain starts pounding down:
At least you can be grateful for a bit of cover at the beach’s bar:
Where you can enjoy an awesome beach lunch:
But do I complain? Nope (well, except for the mosquito bites). I’ll take biblical downpours over wimpy British misting and butt-freezing cold any day.