Thursday, March 12, 2015
It hadn't occurred to me until today that we rarely see firetrucks here in Puerto Rico. It rains most days and many of the buildings are cement. House fires just don't happen like they do in temperate climates that have wooden houses. Today a fire jumped up from the lowlands to behind our friends' house. The city only sent one small truck out and they were still working pretty hard when we left. The bamboo was cracking and popping as the flames licked around the base of the grove. Pieter so loved seeing the firetrucks in Spearfish. He still does, but not with that toddler obsession that was so cute. Oh, I'm missing those days of cuteness.