Today was Sunday, the day of rest was surprisingly lively in the village. It is the day that the farmers come to town, and the villagers open the bars and shops selling basic groceries. Ladies bring out stalls into the streets selling hot greasy empanadas, and horses and mules line the streets (often loaded with bags of coffee or corn.
There is constant traffic of kids eating ice creams, and lively music from the neighbours. At breakfast there is no butter for the arepas (Vegemite really needs butter). So a call is made to a neighbour and a couple of hours later fresh butter has been made and delivered by a smiling old lady who stays to gossip for an hour. The kitten gets into the workshop, finds spilled paint, and promptly decorates the tiles with orange pawprints. The bells ring for evening mass and most of the village files into the church. The atheist goes along out of curiosity and to see the controversial new priest (a very enigmatic and energetic speaker). The mass was lively with lots of singing and no condemning anyone to hell. After church the people move to the street and bars to end the day of rest before work begins again at sunrise.
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