I had to go to an area in the City of Miami where I normally would never be. My relative had to do the immigration test so I went along as did my daughter. We decided to walk around nearby. It looked like a depressed area and I could understand why the Macys there was complaining about it. We went to Don Pan and only heard Spanish spoken and the music was all in Spanish. Walking down the street there were magazines all in Spanish and signs in it as well. It was like virtually no English at all. My daughter at one point asked me what country were we in. Finally after 45 minutes we heard English spoken. It came from construction company employees on strike. My daughter and I were joking saying they needed more money as they could not work for the wages illegals do and didn't want illegals to know what they were saying.