We love Guatemala. But it ain't perfect. There are things we like a lot and things we don't like so much. There are things we love and, well, things that make us want to cuss.
This morning we wanted to cuss.
5:15 - Deacon wakes up. This is normal. If he wakes up then, Jenny nurses him and he usually sleeps until 7:00 or so. Or he wakes up at 6:30 and is up for the day. No biggie.
5:20 - Jenny returns to bed and Deacon is screaming pretty good. We give it a few minutes.
5:22 - I go get Deacon, make sure he's not dirty, cuddle and sing to him and lay him down.
5:25 - I get back in bed.
5:27 - Deacon is now quiet. Yeah. We start to doze off and warm up. No heat here.
5:29 - We hear a loud pop.
Pause for explanation:
We hear lots of noises. We're in a city. We hears trucks rumbling and pigeons on the roof. Cats run all over the tin roof (that musical has more meaning now) and make a lot of racket. Oh, and in Xela, its tradition to set off fireworks on someones birthday, typically at 8:00am and 8:00 pm.
5:29 - We hear what sounds like an artillery barrage or a volley from WWII gunships thunder through the pre-dawn air...must have been 40 or 50 booms, not pops mind you, booms. They don't mess around.
5:29:30 - Deacon is up again. Jenny goes this time to settle him down.
5:30 - More booms.
5:33 - Jenny back in bed. Deacon is asleep.
5:34 - Happy birthday Guatemalan person! Deacon is crying again.
5:45 - Jenny is back in bed. We're both pretty angry. I think, given the opportunity, I would have literally beat up whoever set those off. Seriously.
6:00 - my alarm goes off.
Ah, and I just heard more booms. Deacon is napping. Sigh. Oh, wait...still is. Bueno.