“Bong, Bong, Bong…….” went the church bells. Now I did notice them on Day One. after all, I am only a stone’s throw from the church. However, sometime Sunday morning, the reality of the church bells sank in. First of all, remember, dear friends, Gidget rolled in to bed at 4 am. Now here it was 11 am, and more than likely it’s church time, cause, those damn bells would not stop ringing. “Ok, ok, I’m getting up…..reluctantly. Hard to stay grouchy, tho. A beautiful morning in Salir. I’m really here. Oh, and yes, I was up on stage last night singing to “An Englishman in New York” which is one of my favs by Sting. Only I changed the words ’round to I’m an American in Salir. Yep, great night. I slowly get out of bed and make French-Press-style cafe. Slowly sit down to enjoy some delicious Java, and “bong”.
Now I am waiting for the rest of the bells. However, dear readers, the church bell only rings once on the half hour. Great! Half past what? I realize that I must learn to ignore or pay attention to the church bells which, let me remind you, is only a stone’s throw away from Casa de Gidget. Of course, it is a tad confusing trying to differentiate between 12:30, 1:00, and 1:30 (one bong a piece), but I am on vacation, so who cares?
I decide I love the church bells. Attempt each day to figure around what time I may want to get up and program myself to wake up to the appropriate bell ringing:
Eight, nine, ten….. and it amazingly got me up at the right time.
On my way to Constance’s place each day, I walk by church, hoping the bells will go off. The Church itself is a tiny little place. I ask Constance what it looks like inside. She doesn’t know, as it is only open Sunday during mass. Of course Saturday night is party night, so in 2 years, neither Con nor the Citizen have seen the inside of the church. Mass is early Sunday morning.
So last night, I was sitting on the terrazzo with my buddy, telling her how I shall miss those bells once I leave Salir. And then we heard it: bong, bong, bong……pause…….bong, bong, bong………pause…….bong, bong, bong. Oh my God! Could it be? One thing I had learned about this village: when a member of the village dies, the church bells ring 3 times 3. Con and I stare at each other, another soul less in the tiny village.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee…
Still, I do love Salir’s church bells.