With the school being on the third story, we get a spectacular view of the city, especially of our beloved volcano, Popocatapetl. Popo, for short.
This morning we woke up to this -
Everything is covered in ash. And it is still raining down as I type this at noon.
Last week it exploded a couple of times. We prefer these smaller explosions, as opposed to one giant eruption later on down the road that kills all of us. My gramma sat next to a man on a flight out of Puebla a few years back. This man was here studying our volcano - he told Gramma if it ever stops smoking for two weeks straight, to get OUT! It is building pressure - the longer it goes without smoking, the more devastating an eruption there could be.