Folk customs I'm pleased we don't have...

I think that would be kind of cool!

I'm a morning person too. I love getting up at 3-4, go to bed around 7 or 8 pm. I like to be alone for a few hours before the kids get up.
 
Many church pastors in southern Mexico and Guatemala welcome sunrise and sunset with rockets exploding loudly in the air. Water-jug and propane-tank delivery trucks start clattering over cobbled streets at dawn, sound-systems blasting their theme music so you'll know when to run out for a replacement. Backyard roosters sound their calls. A brass band would be quiet in comparison.
 
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Many church pastors in southern Mexico and Guatemala welcome sunrise and sunset with rockets exploding loudly in the air. Water-jug and propane-tank delivery trucks start clattering over cobbled streets at dawn, sound-systems blasting their theme music so you'll know when to run out for a replacement. Backyard roosters sound their calls. A brass band would be quiet in comparison.

I grew up in the high plains of Texas, ie Lubbock, the fun part of Nuevo Meijeco is Mexico anyway. Its fuckin May day and fourth plane of reality is cool. Just soldier on.

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann
 
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Marching Brass is a thing that happens not too often round here. The Remembrance Day parade is about it, unless there's a school thing on or the Church Fete is in a good mood.

And that's enough for me :)
 
Thank you Ogg, I enjoyed those clips. In the late 90s we landed a contract with Daimler and made frequent trips to Stuttgart/Boblingen. Many happy memories there.

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann
 
I grew up in the high plains of Texas, ie Lubbock

In that case, you might know some of my wife's family. Of course, I could say the same thing if you grew up in Amarillo, Round Rock, Tyler, San Antonio, or a few other places that don't come to mind right now.

What is that weird town I'm forgetting? Oh yeah. Dallas.
 
I grew up in the high plains of Texas...
I was born and raised in an old suburb east of Los Angeles rimmed by two-mile-high mountains often invisible behind the smog. I came of age on the mean, foggy streets of San Francisco before it went tech-rich. I spent Army years on the high plains of Kansas, where it's always either too hot and too windy or too cold and too windy. I've lived on the Mendocino coast, in Antigua Guatemala, on the Arizona-Sonora border, and in New York -- city and upstate. I'm now in the Sierras Nevada. Those high plains are my least favorite, except maybe upstate NY when lake-effect blizzards arrive. My opinion of USA: all east of the Rockies is uninhabitable, yet people inhabit it anyway. Ay yi yi.

Yucatan, Chiapas, and Guatemala may have noisy dawns but hey, do you expect to sleep all day? Afternoon siesta awaits. After a Cuba Libré or three. Then I can ignore the church rockets.
 
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