As I sit in the airport and begin to worry about losing the things that I have so loved about this country, it surprises me once again.
The man playing traditional harp in a full suit noticed a backpacker passing with a banjo on his backpack. He stopped mid-song and tried to ask him about it. In broken spanish/portuguese/english, the two switched instruments and tried to play a song together. The guard in aviator sunglasses watched, and the woman selling chipa gave them both a free piece for their efforts.
Amazing.
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