Its becoming dusk and I see houses on the other side of the stream with laundry hung out to dry on the rooftops. I see people walking up and down the steep coblestone roads, and further up the hills I see green trees and then a fog bank setting in towards the top. I hear a marimba playing in the distance, along with dogs barking, roosters crowing, and an occassional motorcycle or car powering up a hill. It is New Year's Eve, so I expect to hear fireworks tonight.