HOW DID you dawn today? asked the little meatball woman, about as wide as she is high, who sweeps the plaza every morning, as I passed.
I dawned well, I responded, and asked how she dawned. Her dawn was good.
¿Cómo amanecío? is a common way of asking how you’re doing in the morning. The infinitive amanecer means “to dawn.” It’s an odd question in English, but not in Spanish.
It was about two hours past dawn, and my child bride and I were getting our morning constitutional, six plaza laps, a bit over 20 minutes. But, being Thursday, there was more, a humble street market.
My bride paused at the principal stand, run by three energetic guys who arrive early in a good-sized, “pre-owned” van they recently purchased with their profits, to pick up tomatoes, onions, strawberries and avocados. I kept on walking.
My objective was movement, not marketing.
Then we went home, sat on the porch and drank fresh orange juice.
It was not still dawn, but it was still good.