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Time to Rise

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The temperature in Puerto Vallarta has finally moderated, it’s still hot but not oppressive. The changes from Daylight Savings Time in Mexico and the US  have settled up. Mexico and the US change on different dates. Things are sort of normal.

It’s 7:00 AM and the sun is still behind the mountains to the east of our apartment. I can smell pork cooking at Antonio’s Carnitas. I think Antonio’s serves the best carnitas in Puerto Vallarta.

As Antonio and his son pull out the chicharrónes, cracklin’s, to drain from their big cauldron, the sweet aroma wafts my way—from a block and a half away.

This olfactory message reminds me of my childhood when my mom cooked bacon for breakfast on a school day. It tells me, time to get up.

Then, the little banty rooster from the house adjacent and behind, jumps up on the roof, begins his morning song, and lends another get-up cue.

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