Sounds Wafting From The Village Part One: Thursday.

Besides the sounds of domesticated animals, the dogs, roosters, cows, burros, and sheep, there are the the more industrial sounds that waft and are filtered by distance, before reaching Casita Dos Arbolitos.  It's Thursday.  Besides the morning claxon, horn for the middle and preparatory kids, the earliest sound we hear is a loudspeaker which does a quick music intro, followed by a quick verbal message; and this is followed by a unique horn, two short blasts, mid-range.  It's the Propane delivery.  Every Thursday morning, with music, message and horn, they announce their arrival.  This alerts everyone that needs to replace their empty propane tank (30 Liters) with a full one.  Gas is used sparingly here, for some cooking, very little heating.  Firewood remains the main source for heating, and is considered unparalleled for cooking tortillas.
The next sound we hear, at about 9:30AM, is the dueling alerts from the two tortilla vendors.  Though many in the village have gotten up early to take their nixtamal (corn prepared to make masa---Watch this video about the whole process), then started a fire and shaped and cooked tortillas, not everyone has the time or inclination (or sufficient corn---especially at this time of year, before the harvest).  For those the horn of Tortilla Guy #1 and the Car Alarm hoots and siren and whistles or Tortilla Guy #2 signal the first opportunity to purchase the daily supply of fresh-made tortillas.  This run is for the mid-morning meal, served between 1o and 11.  These two will return, again, around 2PM or so, to supply people enough tortillas to get them through the Comida (around 3PM) and the light evening meal, later.
Later, on Thursday, there is the multi-purpose truck.  With cleaning supplies of all types, including small barrels of liquid soap products from which one can purchase smaller quantities; and the brooms and brushes and mops and cloths; and plastic ware such as buckets and bins and pails and tubs.  The multi-purpose vendor, intersperses music with a running commentary of his products, driving up and down the cobble and dirt roads of the village. 
Some time each day, usually after the first meal and before Comida, the jingle of the Ice Cream Man, selling, from the back of his truck, from a variety of tin cannisters packed in ice, homemade ("casera") ice cream.  Usually there are a number of flavors.  Vanilla, of course; chocolalte; cajeta (a carmel like flavor); fruits of all types like strawberry, peach, banana, mango, and mamay (hard to describe, but good---the fruit is shaped like a mango, but with scratchy skin).
More on sounds, tomorrow.