Where there's Smoke there's Fire

In the afternoon I lay down in the bedroom to take a 30 minute nap.  The window is open slightly for a little fresh air.  I doze on-and-off.  In a semi-conscious state I start to think about campfires.  I can even hear the crackling of small twigs and smell the smoke.

Wait, this isn't a dream!  I look out the window to see rising smoke and can hear a fire.  I close the window then bump into William as he's coming to wake me. We look out the front window to see smoke rising from the vacant lot across the street.  We grab our wallets, passports, and phones and head outside.

We arrive to a small group of neighbors with buckets throwing water on the brush fire.  A Policewoman who arrived on bicycle is calling the issue into her Commander.

A few minutes later the Incendios Forestales (Forest Fires) team arrives in their pickup.  They pull out the hose to their water tank and begin directing water down the steep hill, containing most of the fire.  Ten minutes later the City of Bariloche fire department arrives and takes over.  The fire is soon completely out, just the charred grass on half of the lot remains.

The brush fire reminds us of our stay in Atenas, Costa Rica in 2014, but this is much less dramatic.  In Atenas the fires were flying up mountainsides every few days and on one occasion we were instructed to leave our rental home.  We began to have a relationship with the firefighters.  Of course if there had been a car parked straddling the street and lot, which is typical, today might have been a much more explosive.