Peace and Quiet
For the first few days here I thought I’d gone deaf. I couldn’t ‘hear’ anything. It felt like I checked in to a soundproof room. It was almost unnerving.
At home, the radio is usually tuned into the new s or music. Outside, cars and UPS trucks pass, dog walkers chat, lawn mowers purr, leaf blowers whine, carpenters hammer away somewhere, jets from Logan Airport whoosh up to cruising altitude, a basketball thunks on my neighbor’s wooden deck as their son practices his dribbling, a radio broadcasting the news in the next room. I had no idea how much “sound” there is at home and how much energy I spend taking it in. They’re sounds that I hear but don’t register.
Here, I feel like somebody switched my intake dial from AM to some as yet unnamed station on FM. Up on the hill where the farmhouse stands, the most constant sound is the wind sighing through the alamos and eucalyptus trees. The resident rooster declares his presence on the hour. In the distance, the faint rumble of a tractor. When the wind is right (depending on how you think about it) I can hear traffic on Ruta 5, the superhighway that connects northern and southern Chile. Occasionally the neighing of a horse. And dogs barking. It’s surprising how fast the mind adjusts to a new environment. There are five pretty energetic doggies here. At home, that sound is annoying. Here, I take it in not much differently than birds chirping at home.
I haven’t heard a jet or a UPS truck in days. Rural environments are like this. I’m sure I could drive a few miles from my home and find this kind of peace and quiet VIDEO. In the Aconcagua Valley, there are miles and miles of it. It’s positively therapeutic.
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Photos and videos by Paul A. Tamburello, Jr.