I woke up this morning to the sound of roosters’ cock-a-doodle doing. No I didn’t move back to the sticks in Texas, I am still here in San Juan, Puerto Rico.When I first moved here, it was a shock to hear. I was living in a metropolitan area! How on earth can there be so many roosters crowing?

It’s funny the things that you hear every day but you never pay attention to. I realized just now that for the few years that I have lived here I have become accustomed to the roosters after hearing them this morning. I never thought that would happen. I am even used to watching the chickens tend their young while walking down the side of the street while I wait in traffic. This all seems like nothing today but when I first moved here I thought I was in the Twilight Zone.