A slight amendment

That party I mentioned? You know, the one RIGHT outside of my house? It didn't end. When I left at 6:30 AM on Monday morning for practicum week, people were still gathered around, chatting, with no apparent desire to depart in search of say... a bed. The band continued on through the night, in fits of discordant tunes every 20 to 30 minutes. And let's not forget the bombas.

The streets were littered with banana leaves; remnants of the hundreds of nacatamales passed out to revelers during the night. The patron saint statue had somehow migrated to the bamboo structure erected outside to shelter the guests from the afternoon sun.

Nicaraguans know how to party. Nicaraguans also apparently get Mondays after patron saint festivals off.

Peace Corps aspirantes do not.