Because our celebration of Guatemalan independence ended when October began, we obviously needed another reason for a feria and more festivities.  Right now, I can hear three bands competing to be heard in Parque Central.  The home church across the street from my house is giving them a run for their money with their rowdy Sunday night worship.  Instead of wishing for silence, I will consider this violent lullaby a reminder of the culture and life in my city.  And, I will stop for a cappucino in the morning to tide me over until my normal morning brew at work, as I nor Xela will be sleeping anytime soon.