"Mucha Agua. Mucha, Mucha Agua"

One Saturday night, after a day of shopping at Plaza Serrano (an open air market where young designers sell their clothes), we decided to go out with a porteña friend of Kylie's from her work. Yani (pronounced shaw-nee in porteño Spanish) had chosen a club for us and told us to meet her and another friend there. Of course, being United States-ians, we showed up fashionably late, and Yani and her friend (Latinas), were fashionably later.

We arrived at the club only to find that it had been closed for not meeting regulations. We waited for Yani and her friend to find out what to do, as it started to sprinkle. Sprinkle had turned into rain by the time they arrived, and we decided to take a taxi to another nearby club. Apparently a popular club, because it was already filled to capacity. Not wanting to waste the night, we decided to wait in the line for a while, as it started to pour, and we huddled with many other porteños under a small awning. 

We finally made it in, and after only about a half an hour, the power went out. I half-expected to be kicked out, but they let us stay... until rain started leaking in and dripping off of a chandelier, and we were kicked out due to danger of electrocution! We filed out of the bar with tons of other disappointed porteños to find it was really really pouring. We waited for a while until we realized everyone we were standing with was waiting for a taxi, and none were passing. We would never have gotten one standing there. Yani suggested we start walking to a more busy street and maybe we'd find a taxi sooner. 

We started walking and the water, which began to collect in the streets, was getting deeper and deeper. Eventually we found ourselves wading through the middle of the street with water up to our thighs! It was absolutely incredible. At one point I honestly thought there was no way we could make it home tonight and that we would have to sleep in a gas station or something. But as we walked (nearly half of the way home) the water got much more shallow. Our cab driver, amazed, kept repeating, "Mucha agua, mucha, mucha agua"(So much water, so so much water). 

Anna, demonstrating the depth of the flood before it reached our thighs

Photo from the newspaper the morning after...