The Land of Noise

I went to the bank today as I do every Friday to get money for the week.

This is a cash society.

Try using a check just once and you will stop it! They make you jump through so many hoops that it isn't worth it. Credit cards are OK in larger stores but not the local stores. And ATM's are everywhere...you can get cash by the wheel barrow, if needed.

The bank is across the street from the cathedral. As I was leaving, the noon bells started to ring. These are real bells...big ones. I desperately needed to make a phone call but I couldn't hear my self think, much less the phone.

I got in my car and rolled up the windows with limited success.

I drove down the block and around the square and the noon siren went off. This is an old style siren like the US used to use for tornadoes and such. Very loud.

It goes off every day at noon. All conversation stops. Every day.

Such is life in a Latin country.

Wednesday, after I returned from breakfast and the gym, I read on my bed ALL day. It was raining and perfect for reading.

I haven't done that in years.

The rain started at noon and continued into the evening. I love the rain!

I lived in a semi-arrid desert in Colorado for over 30 years. I can count on one hand the times I woke up to rain in CO in all those years. I love rain and it rarely happened in a desert.

There is something about rain that makes it OK to be lazy.

Come to think of it, there is something about Boquete that makes it OK to be lazy.

I good place to retire!