Bolivians like their music and their celebrations LOUD. There is a whole cottage industry here with home delivery of rental amps and huge speakers. Families host parties for quinceaneras (15 year old coming out parties), birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, and weddings.
Tonight the sound is intense inside our house as some neighbors a block away celebrate a wedding. Now, in the U.S., we would be righteously indignant, maybe call the police, or at least the president of the homeowner's association. Not here. This is how you celebrate. I took the dog out for a walk and the hosts of the party invited me in for a drink and some dancing. I passed, but congratulated them on the wedding.
The sound thing cuts both ways. Every Saturday evening we have our campus ministry meeting in a neighborhood in town and we have pretty loud music with drums, keyboard and electric guitar on the back patio, with preaching and loud singing, 60 voices strong. No one has ever complained. Can you imagine the response to our group in a U.S. neighborhood. Every Saturday evening?
Have a great evening!
Ron
P.S.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Macbeth, act 5, scene 5
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I like the Shakespeare quote, Dad. I had to memorize that for AP English in 12th grade. And, yes, we do read your blog quite regularly.
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