Crazy!

We had quite a crazy, eye-opening cultural experience this weekend. The house three houses down the street from us had a party this weekend. This is NOT the first time they have had a loud party since they moved in a few months ago, and this time we just couldn't handle it. LOUD music and cars spinning their wheels up and down the street. At midnight we rolled our eyes. At 1 am were a little annoyed. At 2 am we were very annoyed. At 3 am we decided to call the police. We didn't want anyone to get arrested, but we did want the music to stop so we could get some sleep. Oh, and this family has a small baby and at least one other young kid in the house!! By the way, that was not even the crazy part yet!

So Jeyson called the number for the police. And?? No answer!! He tried again. Still no answer!!! Jeyson called the fire department (different number) to confirm that we had the right number for the police. Yep, it was correct. They told Jeyson to call again. But once again, the phone just rang and rang and rang and rang and eventually the line automatically hung up. It was insane! Of course we were not having a true emergency, which was a relief, but what would have happened if we were having one? I just can't get over the fact that we couldn't get in touch with the police!!!!!

We wound up just putting on a fan to drown out the noise and sometime after 4am the music stopped. The next day we were telling our Brazilian friends about the situation and they suggested that we get a police officer's cell phone number (they are written on the police cars apparently) so we can contact one directly next time. Crazy! It seems a whole lot easier to dial 9-1-1 in an emergency than to get out your phone agenda to locate and dial a random 10 digit number! At moments like this the reality hits that we live overseas where our sense of logic is not the same as everyone else's.