Poor Jeans!

We are in the rainy season, which is good for preventing blackouts this year in the country, but it also brings some inconveniences. I went with my dad to La Paul. We got there at 6:25 a.m. It was drizzling, but we still set up the tent and placed the sacks with the jeans on top of the plastic so they wouldn’t get wet.

The rain stopped, and we were set in our place. My sister's godfather arrived, arranged the jeans, and around 10 a.m., it rained. It was a real downpour for about 30 minutes. We quickly put the jeans back into the sacks and waited for the rain to stop.

By that time, we had sold two pairs of jeans. I think it was because of the rain and the cloudy weather—people didn’t feel like leaving their houses. We stayed until 12 p.m. because, at my dad’s other stall, where he sells glassware, sales were decent.

We packed up and arrived home at 12:45, just in time to eat an incredible fried fish with shrimp soup.