Rain, rain, rain! - Apparently it is the third straight Sunday that there has been torrential rain. Our hotel complex is adjacent to a Methodist church so we are taking this as a sign that that is where we are meant to head on Sundays. We have a 2 minute walk, well perhaps 4 minute walk. The doorman at the hotel kindly lent us a second umbrella as we headed out to church at 7:55a.m. in the drizzle. There is a downward sloping drive to the gate of the hotel and then a slight incline again to get onto the street about 15 yards away. By the time we got to the church door we were grateful for the second umbrella. Rain had started to come down more heavily and proceeded to increase in volume and intensity throughout the service. There was a steady drip onto the pew ahead of us which kept that area clear--or perhaps it was Bert's singing! By the end of the service the street was awash. Water doesn't seem to be able to run off and sits for a while imobilizing everyone. I don't know if we made a conscious decision to run for it, but once out in it and with wet shoes there didn't seem any point turning back. Our 4 minute walk back to the hotel gate was almost entirely under an inch of water. Once we got there we really had a dilemma: the valley at the driveway to the hotel was almost 12 inches under water - we knew because one of the gate keepers was standing in his waterproof and wellies and indicating that we should not try in loafers and sneakers. Felix slipped off his shoes and got through effortlessly in his shorts. I started rolling up my trousers thinking my sandals could handle it. The second gate keeper waved Bert and myself back and came out carefully with an additional pair of wellies for Bert. Umbrella and Bibles in my hands I nearly toppled Bert as he changed from loafers to wellies. Not sure whether it was laughter or the depth of the water, but we nearly came down again in the deepest part of the gully. It was with a great deal of relief and more shared laughter that we handed the wellies back to the gate keeper on the hotel side of the flood. I wonder if the extra wellies are always there in case some guest gets marooned on the wrong side of a sudden torrent.