Typical morning. Wake at dawn, coffee and computer for Email news, etc. Then run. Went out for pan dulce. Bought two rolls without any theatrics. Then went out for produce and cheese. On the way out, my neighbors were inbound with their dog sick.
Later Andrew told me the ladrones (thieves) returned last night and poisoned the dog with sausage. He says there were two men and one tried to get him to give chase. He didn't fall for it.
They took the dog to the dog loving local guy (an amateur vet.) who induced vomiting and by noon she was looking like a survivor. My neighbors say they are moving elsewhere up or down the coast tomorrow.
What a shame. They are good neighbors.
Anyway, security ramps up for the duration. The property manager is here now. The police were here last night. They seem to be as effective a police anywhere as concerns small crime. Take a report and leave.
Today's general subject was to be: "the sounds of the street"
Interestingly, they are the same as in the big city of Oaxaca. The Water guy calls "Agua" but adds a little horn toot. the Tamale vendors call "Tamales". The trash truck honks a diesel horn. A few other vendors of ??? stand at the gate and inquire about interest. Generally, I have no idea what they are saying and reply "no quiero" .
I continue to be in awe of multilingual people. My neighbors live near Quebec. It turns out that they speak French too. They were speaking with the property manager about the break in . He is French Canadien. They were conversing away without problem in French. Two of the three are fluent in Spanish as well.
My friends, if you are young enough to learn a language, do it now. I can tell you, from first hand, that it is near impossible when memory is not first rate anymore.
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