About 5 years ago we had some Guatemalans buy the house 3 doors down. Gorgeous house with a nice back yard and pool. They would pull out those ugly white plastic chairs and sit them all around in the front yard. When you drove by there would be 20 of them just lounging in the front yard. I saw the county’s mosquito man dumping fish in their pool because it was green. They sat in the front yard. The house was finally foreclosed on, thank God.
They do not adapt to our culture, rather determine to do what they want regardless.
Up the street they hang out on the porch and steps...sitting on old sofas. Just last night about 1:30am some woman was on the street bawling.....it’s just never ending drama. Three days ago they called the city ambulance as one of their kids got hurt playing in the street....and over the 4th I had three police cars and a firetruck under my bedroom window as they had set fire to something in the middle of the street.
It just never ends til they go.