Una fuerte tormenta de granizo

After lunch, the weather turned squirrelly and we started hearing the thunks of something on our roof. We scurried up to the roof to see hail -- lots of hail. Then the sound of the thunks of ice balls the size of golf balls was accompanied by the sound of breaking glass -- lots of breaking glass. The photo to the left shows the damage before the storm ended, taken from our front hallway into what used to be a glass-eaved galeria. We're off to our neighborhood glass guy right now to get a place on his wait list....