While in Coatzacoalcos, the south of the mission, we experienced a rain storm like I have never seen. There was a tropical storm off the coast and way north, but we got hit with a deluge. The assistants I and came out of a meeting later in the night. Mom was at the hotel. We drove down a street and rivers of water blasted from lateral streets so hard that they pushed the van sideways. It felt like we were floating a couple of times. The next morning we all drove to a final meeting, but the brakes were grinding on the right side. We drove and found a reasonable looking brake shop and asked the man to take a look. He did. After well over an hour of work removing rocks and pieces of glass from the rear brake drum, he was soaking wet from sweat, but all was well. He charged us $140 for the hour and one-half or so. That was pesos--somewhere around $11.00 by the current exchange rate. That would have cost a couple of hundred in California. We tipped him with lots of extra pesos. Everyone was happy. We have been back to visit him a couple of times to try to get him to receive missionaries.