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I have always rented on the fringes of San Miguel but yesterday I moved right into Centro. Not the fringes of Centro but looking out the window at the Parroquia (more later) as if it is next door.
I am living in Centro. Yes.. be impressed. Small town Canadian boy is living in Centro. No dogs barking and no roosters crowing or whatever they do but there is a downside to living in Centro.
When we first looked at the place, in Centro, what I saw was the lovely bell tower and that round churchy thing. Little did I know that last night, my first night in Centro that the bells in that tower went off every 15 minutes. Starting at four and it could have been early because I had been sleeping up that point, the bells started to ring every 15 minutes. There are two sets of bells, bell ringing to signify the 15 minute mark and then bells telling you the hour.
4:15, 4:30, 4:45, 5:00, 5:15… I began to wait for the next quarter hour. Then I realized that my life was being marked off in 15 minutes segments. Is that what living in Centro is like?
What can you do in 15 minutes? I can shower in that time. I can cook breakfast but I can’t paint a masterpiece or write a short story in that time frame. How can I be artistic in 15 minutes segments in Centro? My first challenge living in Centro.
It is not going to be as easy to live in Centro as I thought.
One should never move within sight of a Mexican church for precisely the reason you have encountered. However, earplugs will help. Get the silicone ones. Alas, it is a bit uncomfortable sleeping with earplugs.
Do you hear the discos on the weekends? I hear SMA is now muy popular with ninos bien from the DF.
You did not mention my name………
IN CENTRO, you are living the true Andy Warhol experience. The bells are marking out your eternal15 minutes of fame. Well, eternal — until the bells toll for you. IN CENTRO.
We have lived on Sollano for 25 years. The bells are now ambient background noise.
It could be worse…you could be living underneath the bell tower and have to wake up to rrrrriiiiiinnnngggg the bells. We all must live with our own sacrifices…you with the bells, others with trains, highways and roosters. Personally I’ll take the roosters, at least you can stew them.
Ear plugs, Richard. Ear plugs. You’ll get used to the sounds after a while. Even the fireworks. I know because I also live in CENTRO.
Dorita