Mexico is constant noise. Between street vendors calling out, music blasting from storefronts, children running around yelling, and the ridiculously loud buses, finding a quiet space is near impossible.
Like right now, for example. My host brother is playing American music loudly on the speakers throughout our house. The house that is sort of diagnally above us is blasting banda music. As if the clash between these two playlists weren't enough, the students who live above us are continuing their never ending party. The callejonadas continue leading tourists through the streets as they sing old love songs. Any minute now, the parade that has been happening every single night will start up, and there will be a marching band and hundreds of people cheering them on.
The social norms we have in the States about making noise in public absolutely do not exist here. No matter where you are in this town (and the few other places in Mexico I have been), finding a quiet place to sit and frantically write a final essay is near impossible.
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