Stranger in a strange land

The Neighbourhood Association organised one of its meals for this afternoon. I went along, by myself. My Spanish was awful and the chaos that was the village meeting afterwards, with tens of people all talking at once, with the chairperson putting her fingers in her mouth, to try and whistle everyone into some semblance of order, didn't amuse me as it has so many times before. This time it infuriated me. What stupidity. Maybe I just don't belong.