Sound is constant here. Moments of silence are rare. The hammers of construction and destruction compete with crashing waves and unserviced vehicles. During the lunchtime lull, there is still the dripping fountain, bubbling pool water and steady thrum of rubber on the roadway. Late afternoon brings the loudspeaker announcements from a small caique that trolls the shoreline, seducing tourists with promises of free drinks at a local bar. In the evening, music floats up from a succession of party boats that sail past with cargos of loaded party-goers. On Sunday nights we hear singing performances and loud cheers from Blue Chairs "Dirty Bitches" Drag Show. Fireworks explode nightly in the darkened sky before I push earplugs into my grateful ears, closing out the yowling gatos(cats) and barking perro(dog) marauders.