That is what the Dominicans say when you ask about their day, and that is what Darwin and I are saying after Hurricane Dean has passed over us. We are doing just fine. Those we know are okay also. Unfortunately, the hurricane claimed 2 lives in Roseau. In Portsmouth and Roseau the damage did not go unnoticed but it was not as bad as it could have been.
On Thursday night, the power shut off at ten and the dark was as black as I’ve ever experienced it - No moon, no stars, not a street lamp, not an apartment with a generator. We waited for the storm to come. It felt like we were waiting for a guest to arrive. Darwin read Harry Potter and I read The End of Poverty. Dean came at around 2am, just as Darwin found me with my legs propped on the table, my head resting on the back of the chair, and me fast asleep.
We slept all through the night - through most of the hurricane. When we woke up, the winds were still really strong and our apartment floor entryway was covered with about an inch of water that seeped through the door. I got a bit of footage of the storm, but it was difficult when winds were really strong without getting my camera wet. The dog you see at the end of the video was taken after the storm on Friday - the animals were going crazy! (j/k - that dog belongs to a professor and always runs for miles behind his car).
That was Thursday and Friday. Thankfully, the power returned a couple hours ago although water from the faucet is still brown - still no cell phone coverage. Never get Digicell. Luckily, the Dominica airport resumed operations this afternoon, so tomorrow we leave on our scheduled flight to Antigua.
Unfortunately for most, either their fright of the impending Hurricane or the thought of not being able to go home for the break forced many to charter 8, 16, and 30 passenger flights on Thursday. A friend who was at the airport described the calamity as complete chaos. Some pilots/planes weren’t showing up, bidding wars were taking place for unclaimed charter seats, money, credit cards flying around, frantic people everywhere. A friend charged $14,000 to his credit card to charter a flight and started signing people up.
It is rumored that one student who chartered a plane (charged it to his credit card), had his seat taken by a some random student and was left behind. In the end, no matter how many people were fighting to get on a plane, at closing time, the airport started boarding up, the workers started leaving, and a bus loads of of students came back.
It’s been a long couple of days; I haven’t showered since Thursday but I’m so thankful we’re okay and able to (cross your fingers) leave as scheduled. Tanks be to God.