It’s 4:25 and we’re sitting in our 2nd floor room reading and working on some things. I just heard some drums and trumpets and looked out the window to see what kind of strange parade was passing by. It was a funeral procession. It started with a herst (the only car- not carrying the casket, so I’m not sure what it was for), then a handful of people carrying flowers, and 6 men hoisting the casket on their shoulders. A band of drums, trumpets, and who knows what else followed, and a few hundred people marched behind. As we stood on the balcony of our room watching, I had the distinct sense that I was in an Isabel Allende novel. For how many hundreds of years have funeral processions looked like this? I think we are slowly becoming numb to these kinds of surreal experiences, so I’m trying to make note of them for later. Someday I know I will enjoy rereading all these bizarre stories.