Ah, the lovely sounds of a.....chainsaw?

I live in Guayaquil, Ecuador.  It's a big city.  It can measure up to most cities in the States, but still has it's distinct differences since it's in a different country. 

Have I ever mentioned I'm not a city girl?  Well, I'm not.  Far from it, actually.  But where God plants me, there I'll be and be content because He is in control and has a plan.

Thankfully, the location of my apartment is not centrally located, but there are houses all around me.  I don't noticed city noises during the day.  It can sometimes be quiet.  I can hear the wind.  Birds chirping. Dogs barking.  And for a few days, I've been hearing a rooster crowing from somewhere in the neighborhood. 

Sometimes at night, I can hear the sounds from the highway, that's not too far off.  The airport isn't far away, so I can hear planes as they fly over head.  Last night, I watched at least 3 fly off into the sky.  

Yesterday afternoon, I was pleasantly surprise to hear a sound I know very well.  Growing up in the country of PA, it's a sound I heard quite a lot, especially in the fall of the year.  A chainsaw.

It's kind of funny how comforting hearing a chainsaw was yesterday.  I never thought a chainsaw could have a soothing affect on me, but it was lovely to hear.  I know, it's so strange.  But it's a sound I very rarely hear anymore, so maybe that's why.

There's a small park across the street from my apartment and a company of men are trimming the trees.  They worked for a few hours yesterday afternoon and around 9am this morning were back to tackle another big tree.  

Hearing them at 9am, running a chainsaw at full speed, would probably being annoying to most.  But, I was delighted to hear that blessed sound once more.