Zoolander

I went to meet a friend on Saturday afternoon and found myself drawn to the drums near Chacaito. Hundreds of red shirts greeted me as I was suddenly in the center of a demonstration for the president and the opposition. I made my way to be in no one’s corner and chatted with a tourist from Uruguay who found herself in the same position. The reds started with music and chanting about how awful the USA is and how Chavez rules. Then the opposition came stampeding down the street with their banners and music of their own. Some people shook hands from opposing parties, some shouted and threw fists. I was very happy to see all the security present. The fireworks caught me off guard each time sending me to the ground, it sounded too much like shots fired. The night was spent at Margret’s graduation party where I heard the second worst pick up line in my life- “My wife is dead hahaha, my wife is dead” Yesterday I was caught up with this crazy break dance fighting. I don’t remember the name of it, but it also was done at Austin’s international showcase- some sort of Brazilian craze. It drew a huge crowd and I found myself particularly interested in watching one of the fellows, he must have felt my intent gaze because he caught me looking his way more than twice. I couldn’t help it. Was he Brazilian? Maybe a change of course is in my future…Brazil? Colombia? Brazil? Colombia?