The responses to our ten-year post blew us away. Thank you all so much for sharing your stories with us. It’s so cool to hear how many of you made changes or pursued dreams based at least in small part on Bumfuzzle. And hey, not one of you said you did something really stupid, followed by, “F’ing Bums.” In fact, it seems, those leaps that so many of you have taken have worked out wonderfully. And I thought maybe it was just us that happened to. It really is amazing how often a blind leap—based solely on the “this will make me happier” principle—lands perfectly.

Honestly, I don’t even know what to say to you all other than, “I wish we could all share a beer, a pizza, and a group hug.”

We’re honored to be able to share our lives with all of you, and are looking forward to many more years of it.

And now, with the help of our own random number generators we have chosen three friends to send t-shirts to. Check your inboxes Tony, Leif, Cindy and Barry. If you don’t see an e-mail from us then tough—you lose—and you’ll have to buy your own t-shirt (we’ll post something soon).

We woke up to torrential rains and power outages this morning. The power would come back on for a few seconds and then there’d be a small explosion and flash of light from the roof of the building across the street, and then we’d wait another ten minutes for it to repeat. I’ll honestly never understand how they manage to have power at all in most of the countries we visit around the world. How can so many spliced and exposed wires still create electricity instead of creating fires?

Lowe and I walked Ouest to school—or rather, I carried the two of them and a backpack while they each held an umbrella. I then waded through shin deep water flowing through the streets for two blocks to school. Two other kids sat there with the teachers. We joined the small group staring at the front gate. After nearly an hour, when only two other kids had arrived, none of which were from Ouest’s class, we decided to call it a day. I gathered the kids back into my arms and trudged home.

With nothing to do at the house and outdoor choices confined to rafting down Main Street, we decided to board the bus to McDonald’s to let the kids burn off some energy on the playground. We got on the bus and found every seat on the right side taken and every seat on the left a puddle. The bus leaked worse than our VW bus ever did.

When we arrived at McDonald’s we found that the children’s play area had been blocked off. A peak through the window showed puddles an inch deep and slides turned into water park rides.

All of this was because of about six hours of pretty steady rain. Nothing extraordinary, just steady rain. It made us wonder just how insane things must get around here when a hurricane passes by.

At Macca’s Ali was talking to a lady sitting nearby. Within about two minutes the lady had told her that she owned a pharmacy. And then she told her that since they started requiring prescriptions for antibiotics here in Mexico she had gotten herself a prescription pad. No, she’s not a doctor, she just prescribes pills and sells them. I thought it was amazing that someone would tell a complete stranger this.

Here’s what else we do on rainy days.