Depending on where you are in the world, this may be the morning–like all my friends in Southeast Asia. Or even a totally different day. This commitment to write and then blog daily means that sometimes I may be a little less than perfectly coherent, e.g. now. Just came home from a dinner party for some of us who are connected in some way or another with the Amarillo Opera. Tomorrow night Amarillo Opera presents the annual Musica Variada performance featuring local Hispanic opera singers, all of whom are studying music at West Texas A & M University and Trio Ellas from Los Angeles–three young women who play traditional Mexican music, e.g. Mariachi and boleros (though I think actually the original boleros are from Cuba) and lots of other things. The food, catered by a local Mexican restaurant, was not the typical TexMex food. We imbibed Spanish wine, ate beef to melt in your mouth–coming from someone who rarely cooks beef, imbibed salad with chorizo in the Spanish style–harder and smokier than what one usually gets here in the Panhandle of Texas (part of El Norte). And more Spanish wine.
Perhaps out of choice or some other reason I do not know, I am always surrounded, except at work, by people from all over the world. At dinner I sat with friends from Columbia and Peru and my friends from here. Across the way were my friends with the exquisite garden. He is from Jordan. Another young man with whom I spoke chatted about this and that in Spanish and English. I ascertained he was Cuban; he confirmed. I also visited with my friend who spends so much time traveling all over this part of the United States with an energy company that I rarely see her. Tomorrow night I will go to the opera and wish dancing in the aisles was acceptable behavior. If you want to hear some wonderful music watch videos of Trio Ellas. You will be dancing in your house. I promise.