Night owl problems...

I have always been a nocturnal animal type person, I never find enough reasons to go to bed at night...
That is my backround information...

Now let´s go back in time...

Probably not all of you read this blog since the beginning, so I will fill you in about my first experience with french love...

When I was living in Chilangoland my upstairs neighbors where two sweet japanese ladies, it was like living with little mice...never heard a peep...But eventually things changed...THE NEW NEIGHBOR MOVED IN...

Yes, he was french.

Teniamos muchos problemas con este tipo, por que dejaba su VW lupo estacionado diagonalmente en los únicos dos estacionamientos que tenia mi casa, y aparte la mitad del tiempo que estaba en casa estaba peleandose con su novia fresísima chilanga, y la otra mitad estaban teniando REALLY loud make up sex...

REALLY LOUD...

Me acuerdo que una vez estaba dormida, y ya saben como a veces los sonidos de tu ambiente se meten en tus sueños??? Pues una vez soñe que alguien se moria bien dramáticamente y si....resultó ser que mis vecinos estaban...amandose...me desperté muy asustada y cuando me di cuenta de la realidad, I was pissed...

Bueno, tengo apenas semans viviendo en mi nueva dirección, pero mi estereotipo de francés tiene un nuevo punto de interés...I have never had the full blown french experience, but I can now assume it is a very....expressive one...

I can hear my neighbors doing it...

My across the street neighbors...

Uh huh!

I know they are across the street because one night I said, ok, I need to wake up and go to school tomorrow so I will be closing this window now, and I kinda saw....

Uh huh!

But last night while I was enjoying my ¨Im not going out weekend special¨ I heard my landlady and her sleepover boyfriend going at it...

And...geez....

They really are loud, or really really good at all this...because....ok, I didn´t get to sleep very early after that...even after I put my earphones on...

And you want to know the best part???

Jehova´s witnesses exist in France too!!! And they ring the door bell three times and then knock on the door!!!

And I was seemingly the only person stupid enough to answer the door this morning...and have to listen to a sermon in french...and when I wake up I can´t remember my french swear words...so I just stood there listening...

Sigh...