but the very unfortunate part
is that when you need to clear the air,
there's never any thunder there.
Yesterday my friend Jerry put on a pig roast, first one I've been to in a couple of years. The guests included expats and uruguayos, some I hadn't seen for a long time. A bittersweet note was that Jerry's sister, Marilyn, who passed away about a year ago, wouldn't be there. She used to be our bass player when we played music together. Her absence was the main reason that I didn't feel like bringing my guitar. Fortunately, a couple of others did bring theirs.
It was a lovely March day, such as we've been having this year, but we knew that a storm would be coming. It also happened to be St. Patrick's Day. A woman sitting across the table from me, whom I didn't know, was dressed in green. Before I could ask her if she was Irish (though she had a French accent), she explained that she was from Irlande, Quebec. Louise and her husband, Jean-Marie, turned out to be delightful people. I'm sure that we'll see them again.
Anyway, I probably drank too much red wine, and I know that I ate things I shouldn't have. Shortly before we left for home, I prevailed upon our friend Horacio to sing and play a "milonga." He did "Yo tengo tantos hermanos," which is one of my favorites. Here is a link to the song, as sung by Alfredo Zitarrosa, who I think wrote it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HYdH6v5OjQ
We left for home as the storm was gathering, with three French Canadians in the back seat of the car, only one of whom we had met before. That's life, when you're an expat in Uruguay.
Below, I've posted a few shots from the party.
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