Bulla

Bulla = noise.  Right now it is the bane of my existence.  I know that sounds extreme, but I have been tolerating the shrieking and antics of the 20 something year old brothers that live in the house in front of me for a while now.  After being woken up in the middle of the night almost every day to them charging at each other, knocking into walls, giggling.... I have had about all I can take.

Since I have moved to Costa Rica I have tolerated:

A dog that would howl all night at anyone who would pass the house.... or I don't even know what he was barking at.
The construction of a building 10 meters from my window every morning from 6am on (Saturday, too).... that included a lot of metal grinding.
Semi Trucks, motor bikes and cars without mufflers zooming past my window ridiculously fast and extremely loud.
Fireworks for the entire two months that are Christmas here...
And now... 20 something year old brothers who act like imbeciles.

I'm tired :[

But, in looking for a new place to live today I learned something funny.  I called this woman on the phone and she told me her house is after "el ultimo muerto" - the last dead person.... I was like, ok... and acted like I knew what she was talking about.  I knew there must be something I was missing.

As soon as I got off the phone I texted a friend who laughed and explained to me that this was a speed bump.  And imagine me.... walking around a neighborhood looking for a dead person!  jajajaja

Always learning new things...