It's pouring with rain but Olga deftly leads Caroline and me in the dark up to an empty building on the hill. At one end is a bench where they sell beers and soft drinks and at the other the band. It reminds me of the brownie discos I went to when I was at school. The band play song after song of Quechua music and we all dance in a circle and then with our 'mothers'. It's all over at 10pm and we walk home in the rain. I can hear it pattering all night on the tin roof.
(Photo - dancing with Olga)
1 comment:
Ahh here we go...darn it you must be the only woman i know who can put on anything on and still look amazing, you look so happy sweets. Cherylx
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