The doorbell rang at 4:35AM Friday morning scaring the begeebers out of me. I wondered if I should go and see who it was and since it had never happened before in the six years that I have lived here I decided, "Yes". So I put on the old chenille robe, fuzzy slippers (this outfit is guaranteed to scare anyone away) and trotted up the stairs. As I unlocked my front door and looked to the gate at the street I noticed it was OPEN. Yikes I thought but still proceeded out asking who was there.
Well, much to my surprise, it was the San Miguel police who had noticed my gate open, rang the bell to see if I was all right, and said I should probably close the gate. I went back to bed, and of course could not go back to sleep lying there thinking about how nice it was to know (a) that they patrol, (b) that they noticed, and (c) that they courteously let me know!