Every night after sun down, the sweet fragrance of orange blossoms fills the air. The smell is so delightful. The sound of crickets is the gentle lullaby that coaxes me into sound slumber.
The tranquility is broken by the sound of roosters crowing at the crack of dawn. Then the turkeys join in for a chorus that lasts all day.
The chirping and whistling of birds and the occasional screech of a parrot or two can be heard from sun up to sun down.
Before noon, the dogs join in, as do the mariachi bands playing loudly on every radio nearby.
Some days the sun is scorching hot, and the air is thick with moisture. On other days, rain brings a welcome pause from the heat. The loud patter of rain on the tin roof, and on my tent, can either be soothing or maddening depending on my mood.
As we walk through town, the aroma of roasting chickens always delights my senses, and frozen coconut pops are my new favorite treat.
I am beginning to think in Spanish, but I have no idea what I am thinking. It is funny, but also very frustrating. Most of the time, I walk around with a blank stare on my face because I have no idea what anybody is saying. I do know some basic vocabulary, but none of it is useful in general conversations.
There is one universal language that everybody understands. When I smile, or offer a handshake or a hug, they know what my heart is saying. Love needs no words.
