"¡Se cayo un carro! ¡Se cayo un carro!", my mother-in-law shouted outside our bedroom window, startling both Hubby and I as we were waking up from our afternoon nap. We stared at each other trying to make sense of what my suegra was saying. No words were spoken, but it was obvious we were thinking the same thing. A falling car? From where? How is that possible? I know we had a pretty good rainstorm this afternoon and that car accidents are prone to happen, but a falling car?
We jumped out of bed and hopped to the door, trying to put our shoes on at the same time and slipping on the rain water that made it's way under our front door and halfway down our saguan (entranceway). As soon as Hubby opened the door, my suegra shouted, "¡Hubo un derrumbe y se cayo un carro!" (There was a landslide and a car fell!)
"¿Dónde?", asked Hubby. (Where?)
"En el canal." (In the canal.)
"¿El de aquí atrás?" (The one behind us?)
Hubby and the kiddies raced out the front door to my suegra's house, up the stairs to my brother-in-law's dental office and where we once lived, all to get a better look of the empty lot behind my house.
In less than a minute, Hubby raced back to our house and opened the back, unused (and unfinished) portion of our house. I followed Hubby up the stairs, curious as to what all of the commotion was about. Hubby directed my attention to our back window, where I saw that part of the contention wall - that is about 30 yards from my house - had crumbled, bringing with it a vehicle that was parked on the street above. Thankfully, no one was injured.
And now we wait to see if the rest of the wall doesn't come crumbling down as well.
This is Leslie Limón, reporting live from my backyard.