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Monday, July 23, 2007

Life in Paradise


I went to bed before midnight last night and was up at 7 a.m. I took the trash out to our neighborhood heap. Trash is picked up every day except Sundays.

I posted a baned commercial, read all of my newsy blogs, and I read the Bipolar Planet blogs that I read daily.

I wrote an email to my SSD lawyer, answered an email from big brother, and erased the mail I chose not to read.

The workmen next door are continuing to replace my neighbors' sewer line and extend their parking spaces. The work crew is great -- they've worked hard every day.

A gas truck carrying tall tanks of gas just came by with its music and the word "gaaaaaaaas" (in Spanish use a short a sound). Most folks here simply trade there empty tanks for filled ones. We have to call a company to bring a tanker truck because we have a pig --- a stationary tank that gets refilled. The gas trucks ride through the neighborhoods nearly all day. Gaaaaaaas!

One of the water companies also drove by and checked to see if I had any of their empty bottles to exchange. Last week, I exchanged three 20 L bottles -- total cost -- $6.00 USD. We only drink our bottled water.

I haven't seen any caballeros this morning. We usually see some adults and kids ride their horses everywhere. Hearing the hooves clapping on the stone streets is a familiar part of life here. And, where there are horses, that's right, we have to watch our steps if walking in the road.

Later in the day, the van with baked goods (donuts, bread, and other dulces) will come by and folks wanting sweets will step into the street to flag them down. They have a aggravating tune on their announcement equipment with a kid's voice interrupting at certain points to help advertise the sweets.

The "junk men" also drive about asking for old wash machines and other junk. They also use a megaphone with a prerecorded message.

Pre-recorded announcements are the norm here. Whether its a political party, fruit and vegetables vendors, or a "news" announcer, the cars and trucks with their megaphones attached to their roofs go everywhere.

Being here is just like going back in time. I'm not sure if the town I grew up in ever had announcement trucks. We did have an egg man, a milk man, and a Met Life insurance man that came to the house to collect payments.

Life here is so very fascinating.

And, oh yes, on Mother's Day you may hear the Mariachi Bands serenade the moms right in front of their houses starting at 6:00 a.m.

Great music!

1 comment:

Ol' Lady said...

Sounds like even if you wanted quiet it might be hard to get with all the vendors and their callings.
I love when you describe the surroundings and what it is like there...it sounds so interesting.
I think it is cool (is that still used today) that you are getting a chance to live your dream...not many people get to do that :)