Mermelada

I have read the first half of The Alchemist and I know that I am destined to read the book. Ori, the French backpacker with whom I climbed Mount Fitz Roy in Patagonia, recommended it to me while discussing spiritual communication, colors, among other things. With connections concocting and occuring siempre around me, it is the thread of the universe in which I walk, run, boooy, and shimmy-step together with everything as one.

I went to Plaza Serrano for a superpancho (gigantic hotdog) and smashed into Paolo. Remember Paolo? He is the Brazilian blues guitarist I went with to see BB King. I hadnt seen Paolo since... Our meeting in Chronico was a fury of putamadre! after putamadre!, hugging fuertemente in the resto bar. It was a hell of a night, reuniting with him and my Italian friend Matteo (a good compañero from school). Destiny, slamming on our door, brought us together and continued the next day. We played guitar and went to their old hostel where we enjoyed a delicious asado with a giant group of porteños.

I had left class early to play guitar with them. My Argentinean cultural studies teacher, Professor Amaya, said I could go if I play a song. I played two - improvised the first with Spanish lyrics, then played an ol´classic. The students dug the mini show and I received a warm applause. I did my thing and left, smiling wide. Playing guitar and singing in Buenos Aires has boosted my desire to express myself musically. I feel like I should express myself. It makes me happy. Whether its on the subte, or in a feria, or at an asado, I am down to throw down some jams!

NOW, I am off to bed. Lets keep moving forward. All of our paths are interconnected. All is one. Goodnight. Sleep well. Dulce sueños!