Saturday the 13th, we had a cantante come in. We advertised well, had people talking, but…
no one came.
I had to stylize the picture, because it was so depressing (and that’s a joke).
But we found out later the cards were stacked against us, the cantante apparently has a bad reputation, and lived up to it. She performed for less than hour, and then had some random guy come in to sing so she ‘could rest her voice.’ You know, you have to laugh at these things after awhile. 
No, she didn’t clear that with us before hand. And no, he wasn’t that good. A solid B+ for effort on his part though.
And even though we let her go home quite early, we still managed a couple busy moments throughout the evening …
Hector usually mans the bar. First of all, he knows Spanish, second, he’s much faster than I am. So I get to walk around and smile and slaughter the Spanish language. It can be fun.
The night before I left was a pleasant surprise. Quite a few people came by to say ‘bien viajes‘ (I think I got that right) and to come back soon.
The challenges of a foreign land haven’t been without boon as well, and I’ve made some friends…
There were a number of entreaties for my return to Santuario. It surprised and touched me; left me hoping that I wouldn’t be gone too long for the fondnesses to be worn away with time.
I’ve begun friendships with fellow artists and managed to have quite a few laughs despite the language barrier.
Plus, we were just busy with new faces. It was, and is I hope, a portent of future successes.
The mural, I worked on up until that final night. Happy hours spent getting to a point where the end is near. Near tell, as soon as I get back.
Just when I was getting ready to go to bed…bammmm! New blog update.
Pretty cool pics & great story. No worries carnal, que cuando valla, seguro que mirare Santuario ahora si que nomas logre llegar a La Bretaña last time.
Club Colombia makes everything much better.
Thanks for sharing, have a great night.