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Published: February 12th 2008
When you wake up in the morning in Ciudad Romero, it´s to a dawn of sounds. Around 5 a.m. the chorus of a hundred gallos commence their melancholy howling, encouraging the insects to bring their buzzing from a forte down to a piano. Some time later, the air is sprinkled with the twitters and whistles and cries of the native birds, waking up in the early light. Then the mooing and baaing starts...
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laura pollita smith
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YESSS!
incredible account of things that are only within the depths of my imagination right now. I can happily say however, that though I am not melting at the sight of cerditos every day, I have savored many a pupusa in the past few weeks. Did you buy a guitar down here? There's one at FUNDAHMER, which I have been trying to learn on, but if I end up in Sacacoyo, I might think about investing in my own! any tips? Hope all is well! Sounds like it is! Hasta prontisimo xxoo pollita numero dos