Tour of Bollullos

What a disgrace, it's colder in the house than it is outside?!?! I have returned to Bollullos, which is in southern Spain you know, but you wouldn't know it from walking around in my house. Temperatures drop at night, and all we have are pluggable radiators to fend off the cold. I need something blowing heat in my face, though. Seriously. Where's the Jolly Green Giant when you need him?

Anyhow, in my quest to leave the house in search of the warmth of the sun, I took a walk around town for about two hours today. I went for the first time with my new hand-me-down digital camera on an adventure that began on my street in the "arriba" part of town:
because there's a slow but definite incline to get here, and brought me all the way to the arroyo on the other end of down, la parte mas abajo:
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I came up with a theme for taking"quiet" and "noisy" pictures to try to get myself to capture what was really interesting in each photo. Obviously, you can't hear anything by just looking at them, but you can get an idea of the sound of large construction trucks,


a man riding with a wagon attached to a mule,


the silence on a quiet street,


versus the sound of running water,


a barking dog, etc...


Anyhow, I'll see if I can download any (mission accomplished 3/11/09), and add some attachments so that the images I'm trying to evoke here will make more sense. If only I'd had these to better explain to the young kids in New Haven where I currently live! At the end of the day, and all throughout the sunnier hours, I live in Bollullos, full of the ignorance that leads to awkward staring contests, but also filled with the randomness that makes peripecias the most exciting part of any day I spend here.