Sunday in the village

Sunday in the village is different than the other days. It starts with church bells ringing at 7am, and then again at 8 (for someone with jet lag and who was unaware it was coming, it was VERY shocking to the system. I now know to wear earplugs before bed Saturday night). Where at first I thought the view of the church from my bedroom was quaint, I now think a little differently about being so close to the bells. 🫨 After church, everyone gathers in the village, or more accurately, right below my balcony. Women who played professionally brought in a net to practice pickle ball and tennis (working on their short game, obviously), and they let all the tourists and children have turns and even coached a bit. I sat out with a book and some tea and was able to participate from afar. What a great time for people watching!