The best analogy I can come up for what it was like today in the barrio, is that of living in the middle of a carnival. As I mentioned before there is a never ending supply of music, albiet not as loud as last night. The roosters and dogs are generally quiet now. You can always here people talking in animated Dominican fashion. Yelling appears to be a fairly normal part of everyday interactions. Children can almost always be heard playing in the field. Baseball is the sport here, and there were people playing from mid morning throughout the day. Home plate is less that 25 meters from our balcony so we get to hear the crack of every bat, and the shouts over every call. The traffic picked up during the day to give us the almost constant drum of untuned motorcycles passing. Not that traffic is busy, just regular enough to ensure there is one motorcycle within hearing range.