Culture collision...

Today found me sitting outside. A mug of chai balanced precariously on my thigh while I searched for the proper place in the current book. Reading was soon pushed aside to search for source of the music that was floating my way. Down the hill in an open garage was a group of men on lawn chairs. Occasionally, one would reach over and switch records. I have no idea what was actually being said in the songs...Spanish isn't my strong suit...but the traditional horns and guitars made for a brighter day.