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When Diego began to sing I was in complete shock. He had a voice laden with richness and pain that comes with only one genre; blues. This man began to sing the blues with all the pain and realness one would expect to hear in the very deepest parts of the North American south. Now Blues music is ingrained into my being, my grandmother would play cards and blues on the loudest volume until 3am on a tuesday night, needless to say I know Blues music. Diego’s voice was filled to the very top with a crystal clear relentlessness, and adamant pain that only blues music can communicate.
We turned back around and began to walk quickly to the populated yet intimidating club.
The men that eyed us before began to yell to us audibly. It started with," un besito" which means a little kiss, then followed by asking for money.We issued a stern "Buenos Noches" and continued at a more rapid pace. The men were relentless and began following us. Liv and I prepared ourselves for a physical altercation, the tension in the spaces between us seemed to be leading that way.
It’s been over a year now since I finished serving as an environmental conservation volunteer with Peace Corps Paraguay.
Yet, it still feels like yesterday that I was waking up to the sound of howler monkeys singing their morning duet, gardening with the kids in my community, and sweeping the sapos (toads) out my house as if they were giant golf balls.
