the sunlight hits my pillow and despite the fact that i live in the hotest part of the country, i'm a little chilly. look at the clock (7:15). stomach rumbles- its gonna be another one of those days. peel back my mosquito net and pull on my k-state hoodie as i roll out of bed. A trip to the latrine and i put on some coffee. noone else is awake.
i love this time. i know for the next hour i will be alone. i will sit on my porch (off of the main street) with my coffee and my ipod and watch the batey wake up.
the sunlight is soft and i watch the pigs and goats search for food. next comes a sugarcane worker on horseback with his machete. later the donas wake up and brave the cold to do the mornining chores: empty the chamberpots and sweep the dirt around their houses. the kids then start waking up and heading to the sugarcane for the same reason i made my early latrine trip. they stop by for a little chat and to tell me that i drink too much coffee- as a full mug is way too much here. soon the bar next door will be blaring the latest bachata for everyone in the batey to here, the sun will be strong and bleach everything in its path except my skin which it will turn bright red, the batey will be so hot, my colmodo in my house will have customers, the street will be crowded, and i will (after a cold bucket bath) have visitors but for now i am alone with my music in english and coffee.
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