It is 7 a.m. (SEVEN! in the MORNING!), on a SATURDAY!
I woke up to the sound of an electric saw cutting metal, hammers banging away (more metal), people shouting directions...
And once I'm awake, I notice the trucks using their air brakes as they come into town on the main road. And the train whistle - whoever said the train no longer runs in Costa Rica is soooo *wrong!*
NOT the "tranquilo" morning envisaged when you think of Costa Rica - I'm *supposed* to wake up to birds tweeting, and - well, at the moment, I can't think of anything else that would be pleasant to hear waking up.
Gotta go get my feria fix...
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