At a bohemian bar called El Gato en la Ventana (The Cat in the Window) I met more international gems and, while listening to the lovely harmonies of the acoustic duo and the deep mystical sounds of the five piece pan-pipe group, realized how much I’ve missed live music.
The Valparaíso Bohemian Theater Troupe busted in with painted faces and everybody listened as they spit some biting Easter-related satire about sin and desire to the crowded room. I’ve found a place where people smell like humans and many have stringed instruments on their backs. Feels homey.
Went to the beach the other night with one new ukulele-playing friend from France (who I speak to in Spanish) and shared tunes, wrapped in the sound of waves.
Here’re one:
Other highlights of this week include watching a mom and grandma teach a little son how to pee on the sidewalk, running into some horses on the street in the middle of the night and again on the way to the bus stop, studying with fried chicken, a delicious salad, and beer at a bar full of guys watching a soccer match and experiencing the sunset over the ocean from the Concon dunes last night while singing.
Can’t wait for more music and friends to wander into my life.