The mystery of Fur Elise

9 Oct

Think of the first few measures of Fur Elise. Now sing them to yourself over… and over… and over… Every night (or what sure seems like it) about 8pm, the first few measures repeat ad infinitum in bell-like tones reminiscent of an ice cream truck. It is sort of distant, maybe on the next block, but just loud enough to get under your skin if you let it. Fortunately, the noise of barking dogs and passing trucks interrupts the insanity.

In other news, we had our best buying experience to date in Arequipa. Actually, second best. The best was when we got our stove and I called a friend who called the gas guy who brought a regulator, hose, and gas bottle within 20 minutes and installed it on the spot. But today’s experience was almost as good. Monday night I ordered a voltage regulator from a Web site of a local company that offers delivery. Voltage regulators are much higher quality than the cheap plastic Chinese power strips I tried from the supermarkets and are not much more expensive ($14 vs. $10). Tonight at 7pm Emilio, on foot, showed up with the device and I paid him cash on delivery. Easy peasy. No fuss, no hassle, and only a little bit of waiting. Judging by its weight, the device appears to contain actual circuitry and does not sizzle or pop when I turn it on. The indicator lights are normal. All our electronics are now charging safely. It’s made in Mexico by Chicago Digital Power. Go figure.

Also, today marks our one month anniversary in Peru. It may not seem that long to you, but for us the US is like a distant world. We’ve moved most of our worldly possessions three times (hotel – friend guest house – mission guest house – apartment), bought health insurance, beds, appliances, and nearly all other necessities, finished our first week of language school, and are getting into a routine. I would not say we are settled in yet since we are still awaiting our kitchen table and chairs, but we thankfully do have a measure of stability at this point. There are still many challenges. Vicki is still very intimidated by grocery shopping and can’t find some of the most common things like baking soda and yeast. I’m on my second course of Cipro for intestinal problems and we’re treating Timothy for giardiasis, too. Fortunately, there are many doctors in our network of friends and most common drugs are cheap and can be obtained without a prescription. The Lord has been very gracious through it all.

I’m sure you are still wondering about the Fur Else tones because the mere thought of it must be driving you crazy. Moments ago, I saw a garbage truck turn from the street above onto the main road. As it turned, the tones grew louder, then much softer as the truck passed behind a building. On our street, the garbage truck rings a loud clanging bell to advise it’s time to bring out your trash. Evidently the neighboring street has a different service which plays Fur Elise continuously. That sort of makes sense, actually. The cross street above ours is the dividing line between Yanahuara, which is a middle class neighborhood, and Cayma, which is the wealthiest part of Arequipa with many Europeans. Perhaps they demanded classical tones for their trash truck.

2 Responses to “The mystery of Fur Elise”

  1. michael CHANDLER October 9, 2013 at 11:34 pm #

    Not to marginalize your irritation with public music, I wish I could have heard Fur Elise in Turkey every 5 am instead of the melancholic wailing over loud speakers on every street – Islam wake up call. More reasons to love America. You have had one busy month! Hope the comforter, table, and chairs come soon.

    Love, Dad


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