Fight Club?

Our house (Carlos's parents house) in Cuenca overlooks a park. The park isn't very big, about the size of three standard lots. Right now, there are about 40 skinny teenage boys hanging out there. I think there is a fight. Some beautiful yellow flowering trees block my view, but I saw about three punches thrown. And one kick. Then the smaller guy running away. I've heard lots of cheers and groans (the boys are loud and windows thin). There are about half a dozen girls there too, but they are watching from across the street.

I asked Carlos's parents about the boys in the park, they were downstairs and hadn't heard them. So we tried to view it from the living room, still too many trees. We couldn't even see if we stood on the couch. So we went to the balcony of their room. Papi couldn't care less, but Mami seemed to want to watch the fight. Still, too many trees. So back to cooking for Carnival.

Now they are dissipating. It's over.