How Oaxacans sleep, I will never know. 6am. The cacophony of sounds begins. Church bells, which triggers the birds in my house, which triggers the dogs in my house, which triggers the dog next door, which triggers the dog-next-door-to-that dog. Yesterday, I'm certain I heard the progression from house to house. And this isn't once a day. This is every half an hour from 6am till 9am. Sleeping in till 8 is an achievement in itself.
Nights function in the same way. Fireworks, which triggers car alarms, which triggers dogs in their hundreds. I'm sure there hasn't been a night so far where I haven't heard fireworks. I asked my abuela:
What are they celebrating?
The day of a patron saint.
But aren't there hundreds of patron saints?
Yes.
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