Memorial Day in Caracas 2005

My salsa tasted awful but I ate it and pretended it was my own delicacy. There was a leprechaun on the bus. Amorous, clammy person to person support is what kept me standing on the subway during rush hour. I picked beans. A well dressed man walked down the street with 2 matching lime green parrots on his shoulders. A cop had 4 or 5 juveniles with their hands up in downtown Baruta. I got a salsa lesson on the bus. I indulged in a perro caliente in the middle of the afternoon- its much better between 2-5 am. I was outside an art museum only to look up and see that the shade I was getting came from a mango tree. Sitting in high spot looking at my surroundings of greenery I (again) blurted out and reminded myself that I am in fact living in a different part of the world.