I am writing this at 4:30 A.M. on a Saturday morning. More than an hour ago I was awakened out of a sound sleep by loud music... music so loud that the windows were literally vibrating. I threw some clothes on and ventured out into the hall. I discovered that the deafening noise was coming from the apartment right above me. I went downstairs to the lobby. (Even eight floors below the music was faintly audible.) I woke up the poor doorman. I told him about the music and asked him if it was against the rules of the apartment building. He said that parties were allowed on Friday and Saturday nights.
I am reminded of something that James Michener wrote in his book "Iberia", a memoir of his travels in Spain. In discussing the character of the people, he used the term "Viva yo!", which translates as "Hurray for me!" and conversely "The hell with everyone else." As charming, gracious and hospitable as the Spaniards are, they can also be inconsiderate of others. I think that the Mexican people inherited a bit of that trait from their Spanish forefathers, especially when it comes to noise.
When I rented a house in Mérida earlier this month, the next-door neighbor thought nothing of letting her two small dogs bark incessantly in the middle of the night. One night, or rather one early morning, I went outside and yelled at the top of my lungs for them to quiet the dogs. I know that the neighbors were awake and heard me. I could hear voices on the other side of the wall. But they made no effort to hush the dogs.
And now as it is approaching 5:00 A.M., the party upstairs is still going strong, and the windows are still vibrating.
Maybe it's because I am sick with a cold, but my posts of late have been on the negative side. My grumpy side is coming out. However I would truly like to hear comments from my readers, especially those who are Mexican or who live in Mexico.
P.S. I finally went upstairs and banged on the door. They turned the volume down... although it's still too loud. I thought I heard a voice say, "Sorry." So perhaps my tirade is misplaced... perhaps it's a bunch of "pinches gringos" that have an apartment upstairs.