Scary

I have some stories to catch up on, but here's a good one about Guatemalan traditions for anyone who wants a laugh. The first week we moved into our house in the city, we were getting stuff set up, borrowed a pack-n-play from our neighbor friends for Lucas, and getting all the necessities for living. Lucas was sleeping in our room because he was still only two months old, by the window you can see at the front of the house second level. About four in the morning, still totally pitch black outside, we heard gunshots...like rapid fire! James jumped up to go to the window and I told him "Get Lucas and get down!" They stopped all of a sudden and nothing else happened. It had to be right outside of our window, but that didn't make sense cause we live in a gated community with a 24-hour guard at the entrance. We finally went back to sleep and later I asked around about it... turns out that it's a tradition on someone's birthday to set off fireworks on people's front porch anywhere between 4 and 6 in the morning, and all day long on holidays. Go figure...