As you can possibly discern, he stationed himself about as close to my personal space as civilization will countenance. Now, there may be many out there with a passion for the Guiro, who could spend hours enthralled by its scraping sound. I do not figure among them. I cannot see where it differs overly much from dragging a stick along a picket fence. When he finished I gave him a contribution. Whether I rewarded the performance, or its cessation, is a matter I will leave to conjecture.
Since we did not have a trunkful to bring back, merely a couple of bags, we returned by bus. It was one of those newer ones with upholstered seats, great suspension system, and no Guiros in the face. This was a smoother ride than in many a taxi.
After supper we descended to poolside to see the sunset. First we found Paige with her Dad. In the photo below she is pointing out where the rest of her family is, further down the pool.
And that is where we found them ...
Paige guided us alongside the pool to where they were and ...
... followed that by a sunset swim with her Dad.
And so it goes.
Quote of the Day:
"Refrain means don't do it. A refrain in music is the part you better not try to sing."
- a young schoolboy
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You forgot to mention that our Guiro player was also singing. For me that was the difficult part, but then again, better than a lot of rap music I've heard. In the end it started to grow on me, and not like fungus.
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