I can hardly bear this noisy era. It is really disgusting. We are surrounded by all kinds of horrible noises.
If I check my Merriam-Webster dictionary, I realize that the word “noise” has a myriad of synonyms. I am almost sure that most of those synonyms have been invented during the last 100 years. I even tend to think that some of them have been created in very recent years, just after the appearance of rap music.
Din, blare, clangor, roar, katzenjammer, bluster, cacophony, brawl, hullabaloo, ballyhoo, hurry-scurry … All these words mean “noise”. All these words mean 21st century. Noise and its myriad of synonyms can be found anywhere.
Take for example two tiny villages of my beloved hidden realm: Monells and Madremanya. Both are Medieval villages, built out of stone. Both are isolated in the middle of a wonderful countryside, not far away from the Mediterranean coastline. Are they peaceful and silent? … No. They aren’t. They are noisy.
Follow me and discover this horror.
Let’s start with Monells.
Streets are so narrow and twisty in Monells that cars cannot pass through them.
Buses in Monells? Impossible!
Trucks? No way!
I know what you are thinking: -“If there are no cars, buses or trucks zooming by on the streets, Monells must be a very peaceful place”-
No, my friend; you’re deathly wrong.
Believe it or not, there are other vehicles zooming by on the streets of Monells. Vehicles that make noises like ssshhhh sssshhhh sssshhhh …
It is so disgusting!
Here below you have one of them: it’s rush hour in Monells.
Sssshhh ssssshhhh sssshhh …
Things can get even worse. It may rain …
Under these heavy conditions, the “ssssshhhh” sounds louder and, from time to time, when those damned bicycles cross a muddle, they add one or two “splashhh” to the “ssssshhhhh” and then you get a really disturbing cacophony that sounds like this: sssssshhhhh sssssshhhhh splashhhh! ssshh splasssssshhh! ssssshhhh …
And then comes lunch time.
In Mediterranean countries people love having lunch “al fresco”.
Eating “al fresco” means eating outside.
Eating al fresco is a noisy business because people tend to talk. Some of them even sing horrible folk songs while they eat. I cannot figure out how the hell they can do both things simultaneously. I can’t, but they do. It’s noisy, noisy, noisy.
And then comes “siesta” time.
“Siesta” means afternoon nap.
Does “siesta” mean silence?
Because after having lunch al fresco, singing horrible folk songs and drinking lots of red wine, people snore.
Yes. They do.
Even with their homes’ windows closed, the sensitive wanderer can hear that thing called snore while he walks through the otherwise peaceful and silent streets of Monells.
It’s so disgusting!
I am much more civilized than that. Whenever I go to Monells, I don’t have lunch in the middle of the street. In Monells I always go to my friend Anita’s Restaurant, which is located just in front of the church …
“L’Hort del Rector” is one of the best restaurants of my world. I blogged about it in Covetotop’s post Restaurant L’Hort del Rector (Monells, Baix Empordà) … It is peaceful, cozy, very bohemian, and they offer superb Catalan cuisine (and all kind of cod dishes you can or cannot imagine) …
Back in the streets of Monells, I find new potentially noisy threats, like a cat:
Those animals make noises like MEW and WOOF. It’s so disgusting!
It is no wonder that I end up totally stressed and willing to fly away from Monells.
Yes. I want to fly away from this noisy village.
I ride my bicycle –totally stressed- to the neighboring village of Madremanya.
Ssshhhhh sssssssshhhhhh ssssshhhhhh …
The path is nice.
Both villages are immersed in a wild, wonderful countryside.
This region somehow looks like a “little Tuscany”. The bad news is that you won’t find amazing Piero della Francesca’s frescoes here. The good news is that you won’t find a flotilla of buses crowded by tourists looking for amazing Piero della Francesca’s frescoes.
I have just arrived in Madremanya.
Madremanya is a peaceful place, but I am still very stressed.
The door is closed, nobody snores, I am stressed.
No dogs. No cats. I am stressed.
I’ll try to calm down myself by following that sign (pic below, left). It means something like “healthy itinerary” …
The healthy itinerary is very nice and very healthy, but it didn’t work for me. I am stressed. This is a weird feeling. How to explain it? It is like walking through a dark and noisy tunnel …
I guess I need some specialized help.
I’d rather visit the local guru.
Yes I’ll do it.
I’ll ask him: “Oh magnificent and wise local guru. The 21st century is noisy. I am stressed. What can I do?