It is so much more peaceful here this week. No more revelers stumbling along the Paseo at 2:00 in the morning. No more partiers lingering in the bars and restaurants downstairs. No more vacationing neighbors arriving noisily home in the middle of night. Our parking lot is mostly empty. And during the night, if I open the bedroom window, I can hear the gentle sound of the surf.
Too bad the mornings aren’t the same. Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, the sand-perfecting truck was hard at work on the beach directly below our windows. By 7:00 a.m.!
In addition, the usual street cleaning team is up and about and making as much noise as possible. There’s Juan with his leaf blower and, of course, the truck making ever-lengthening loops as it sweeps, vacuums, and washes its way along the Paseo. This morning, there was a tractor leveling off the beach that had been filtered and smoothed the previous two mornings.
OK. It’s a clean town. The city takes good care of things. But couldn’t they do it maybe just a little bit later? Even Dudo has been frowning.
And, no, I’m not really complaining. It’s a city. It’s a tourist destination. Things have to be maintained. I simply thought I’d share the serenity.
|7:11 WEDNESDAY MORNING.|
|GOOD MORNING, JUAN.|
The obstruction was easily cleared and it was back to work. In the background, you can hear the street sweeper, the leaf blower, trucks backing up, cars, and motos. Ah, paradise.