The work crew shows up six days a week just after the crack of dawn. There’s a lot of work to be done – refinishing the adobe on the house, constructing a network of stone pathways and building raised flowerbeds and a gazebo. Like any construction site, it can get noisy. Most of the noise around here comes from the workers as they break, by hand, giant rocks that are about the size of car tires into the more useful size approximating that of a dinner plate.
They used to start early. Very early. Too freaking early. That is, until one day, when a bleary-eyed Javier went outside around 7 AM, clad in only his underwear and said in the kindest way possible to the work crew, “Please don’t break rocks until at least 8 o’clock in the morning . . .”