It’s a celebration of revolution somewhere
Today’s the 4th of July and on the corner the students of flamenco are preparing for their festival tomorrow night – their stomping sounds like firecrackers popping off. Tin and I are invited to come watch and perhaps I will take lessons from her afterwards. Now Tatjana and her students are having a barbecue at the residencia and I’m left here to have an evening to myself as tomorrow is an all day excursion to…