I live in Los Angeles, which means I live in Mexico.
I'm surrounded by the lovely murmurs of Spanish.
My bedroom is directly off the street and the window remains open year round, why would it be any other way?
The family across the street pulls up into their driveway. (directly across the way)
They have 3 girls.
Music rings loud and the girls are screaming with joy. The father pumps up the tunes to embrace the enthusiasm.
Would you like to know what they were
dancing and
singing to?
It was...