The family below us are Mexican nationals. On Saturday night, about 10:00, I was awakened by a loud beat. At first, I thought it was in one of the bars across the street, then I realized it was directly below us. Carlos was having a party, with a mariachi band! I do not suppose they were trying to be loud, but there were a lot of people there. So it was loud, very loud.
I was a bit annoyed, but Aisha was livid. Then I realized something. It was Saturday night. Let them party. It broke up around half past midnight. Once I got the beat, I did like the music. I think I need to learn to salsa dance or samba or something.