Theo and I are practicing the concept of turns to decide what we’ll do next. Both of “his turns” today involved stopping to listen to street musicians.
Theo was pretty enchanted, so we stayed for several rounds of songs at each stop.
The man on the guitar asked where I was from, and I told him “America.” (A lapse – I normally try to be more specific and not use a term that encompasses two continents.)
“Texas? Mexico? California?” he asked. When I confirmed California, he started playing Hotel California, by The Eagles. (Which I love.) I wonder what songs Mexico or Texas would have been.