A Quick Update

In 2010, we moved back to the small town in Colorado that I never stopped missing while we lived in Mexico. Now I sometimes miss Mexico, but I wouldn't travel as freely as we did when we were there, camping out in remote areas and so forth.

Mexico today is in a period of change, and in many ways it is more dangerous now. That said, I have plenty of American friends who still live there very happily, just taking a few more precautions than they did in the past.

Just to say!


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January 2005 — Last night when I went to bed around 11, I was still pretty awake, so I started paying deliberate attention to the sounds. Someone must have been walking along our street about two blocks down the hill, because the barking from rooftop dogs in that direction reached a frenzy.

A motorcycle roared up the hill past us, and I followed the sound as it faded off into the distance, going around the curves of the Panoramic highway. Not an unpleasant sound.

The dog-frenzy had diminished by now, so I could hear three or four other clusters of dog sounds from the hill across the arroyo from us. (This photo is a night view from our home.)

A few cars went by, then a truck. A car with a bad muffler stopped very close to us on the road, and it stayed there quite a while… well, maybe a minute or two. Then it turned and came down into our campground. A number of local people park their cars in here.

A different dog choir was carrying on now. I think it included the rooftop Rottweiler up the hill from us, with his deep voice. I was glad I had seen his owner, a woman my age, speaking lovingly to him one day when she left the house.

I heard the soft sound of a woman in conversation in the street a few yards from our camper. I couldn’t tell if it was one talkative woman with a quiet man, or two women.

I heard the dear sounds of my husband sleeping next to me. Then there was a soft snore. It woke me, and I realized it had been my own snore! I smiled, turned over, and settled into the deepening quiet, as sleep took me away from the barking and the engines.

This was an easy weekend night. In the two weekends that we’ve already spent here, I’ve noticed more traffic, more loud music, the occasional loud voice. But last night there was none of that. I did wake a couple of times when the local cats had one of their usual fights.

Our first night or two here, right on the edge of the city, neither of us slept well due to these sounds. Kelly commented that it was around 4 AM each morning that the dogs finally slept (for the most part) and that the roosters took over.

The sounds tell us that we are in a different place, a different culture. I love the musicality of Spanish. It’s pleasant that airplanes don’t seem to fly over this particular spot. And sometimes, when I’ve had one of those rare days where Mexico is all a bit too much, the sounds push me further into that feeling.

But last night was pleasant. This morning I woke to the familiar sounds of Kelly making tea. When I went outside to do my stretches, just before sunrise, I savored the many-rooster chorus coming from all around us. Now that’s a Mexican city sound I love.


SAM SAID:My friend and I stayed in Mexico for a month last year. At first we called the perritos at night “The Symphony of Dogs”. By the end we had bags under our eyes and instead referred to them as “The Hounds of Hell”.

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