Sounds Wafting From The Village Part Two: Friday and Saturday.

What???  It's Saturday already!?!  What happened to the Friday Post?  Weren't there any sounds??  Well, yes.  Mostly, however, the sounds were the everyday sounds.  The Tortilla Guys, the Domestic Animals, Pastorals and Pajaros (birds).  The one sound that wafted down to Casita Dos Arbolitos was the Train Sounding its way through the flatter parts of SMA, somewhat to the West of us, near the Presa, a lake that receives all (and I mean all) of the waters that flow through and from San Miguel.  The Train, especially in the early, pre-dawn hours, has that mixture of loneliness and on-the-road-again sound.
Saturday has all of the usual sounds AND, around 8:30 or 9AM, from where we are sitting in the house, there comes what sounds like a large Bee buzzing one of the window screens.  After a few seconds of hearing it, one of two things happens:  It finally comes to us that the sound is really the Saturday vegetable vendor, making his rounds; or we finally hears some words coming out of the buzz.  Words like zanhoria or manzana or platano; which is to say carrot, apple, banana.  The buzz is ts coming from the Vegetable Vendor's loudspeaker, sounding that way because he doesn't make a space between words.  Hence, the above named fruits and veggies would sound like zanhoriamanzanaplatano.......   And, of course, besides the run-on words, it's in Spanish, which takes our minds a moment or two for adjustment.
When I say "he" when talking about the Vegetable Vendor, I'm not being fully accurate.  He is driving the truck; and it's his voice we hear buzzing our eardrums.  But there are usually other family members as well.  Riding in the passenger's seat is usually the Veggie V's wife; and riding in the back of the canvas-tented, large-bed pick-up truck is the VV's daughter.  Mother and daughter seem to handle most of the transactions, while the VV rests up from his long-winded vegetable soliloquy.
Lots of great veggies and fruits, at farmer's market prices.  These, brought straight to the village, every Saturday.  There is also a Sunday delivery, by a different VV.  And, recently, on Fridays, a family has set up in front of one of the locals' houses, selling his garden foods and some household products.  These vegetable deliveries take the burden off of householders.  The alternative is to go to the farmer's markets Tuesday (the big one) or Sunday (somewhat smaller); or to go to the supermarket; or to go to the open markets in SMA.  All of these offer products of comparable quality.  And, they all offer a larger selection from which to choose (more on the Tuesday Market, soon).  Still, to get to any of these other venues---and because most people in the village don't have vehicles, and because even in small villages, life isn't idyllically communal (another topic)---means walking the 2 miles to the highway, taking a bus, walking around the markets, the "supers" or SMA itself, getting back on the bus, then walking back up the 2 miles to the village, with your purchases dangling from your arms.  Given the choice, that Saturday buzzing is music to many a villager's ears.