Mornings

I wouldn't really consider myself a morning person. Whenever possible, I prefer to sleep through the morning and wake up in time for lunch. Here though, that's not the case. Every morning I'm woken up sometime between 6 & 7am by chickens, roosters, dogs, children, and construction above my room, just to name a few sounds. I don't mind it since I usually go to sleep pretty early (there's not much to do at night here because of a 10pm town curfew and pelting rain pretty much every evening) but it's just a change from what I'm used to. Plus, I feel weird on days when I sleep in until 9 and the whole family is up and already in the middle of their day. So much happens here in the morning! Today, for example: I woke up around 6:30, went to the bathroom to get ready and Aclaxito was outside my door as per usual, asking what I was doing and if I wanted to play. When I left my house the town was busy and full of activity. There are men sorting and packing avocados all over the town center, kids playing basketball, women going to the market, and of course, tuk tuks racing all over the narrow streets. It's only 10:30am and I've already observed the town for a bit, talked to a nurse in the health center and made plans to go back on Wednesday and Thursday to help out and talk to some nurses and the obstetrician, and spent time in this internet cafe responding to emails and writing this post... all before I would even think of waking up if I were home with nothing to do.