The generator providing our electricity shut down around 11:30 last night. Which means the ceiling fan stopped working. I managed to sleep better than I thought I would in the heat. I’m guessing the ride here yesterday wore me out.

I woke up at five to what I though was the sound of a distant soccer game. In PaP they play as soon as they can see to avoid the sun. But as I listened more I realized the sound was roosters waking up across the town. It sounds like the nondescript cheering of a little league game in the park down the road. The roosters (or chickens as Laura calls them…inside joke) have a different call than what I’ve learned to associate with them.

I stood on a blacony for a while. People waking up and grabbing a couple was basins and walking up the road. Haven’t seen them come back through yet, so I’m not sure if they’re bathing or getting water for the house.

I’m going to go take some photographs. More to come…