One street over from us is an apartment building. For about a year a group of young men has been living in one of the second floor apartments, and I admit that they have provided us with a fair bit of entertainment.
We guess that they came here for work, leaving their families at home. We never see them with women or children, and they do seem to create most of their own entertainment.
Their favorite pastime is hanging around by or on the balcony without shirts, talking and playing music. Day or night, sometimes singing along, sometimes not. We say to each other “the boys are having fun today” or “how long have the boys been singing today?” frequently. They play mostly Mexican standards and they just love to sing along. No need to hook up the iPod for music on our back patio, no sir.
So the boys were at it again last night. About 10 pm the music started getting louder and the laughing and singing, too. We watched a movie and went to bed around midnight. They were still laughing and singing, and the music was loud.
In the middle of the night it started raining (YAY, cooled us off) and I got up to do window patrol. While shutting the bathroom window I was mesmerized by the sight of a group of young men singing and laughing on the balcony in the rain.
We got up at 6 am to get Paul off to the bus to Guadalajara where he’s taking two weeks of intensive Spanish classes while living with a Mexican family. The boys were still going strong.
It’s now 8:30 am, and all is quiet. I bet they worked the normal half day yesterday, then partied until 8 in the morning. I should be relieved, but you know what? It’s too quiet.