Finding the Gente

As we were finishing our dinner of tacos, cooked from the back of a VW bus, Devin comes down the stairs and says "do you guys hear that."
"Do we hear what"
"The drumming, its so loud, turn off the music"
As we turn the music off it is clear that there is some serious drumming going on. We quickly finish our food and I grab my drum, Nick grads the skateboard, and Devin grabs the handheld camera. We take off and follow the sound until it is right in front of us. Affrican drummers and fire dancing in the middle of the street. Absolutely breathtaking. I sit down immidiately and start drumming, there are only four drummers and about 20 people all around us. Another fire dancer starts spinning and the crowd erupts. What a moment. The night continued and we met each of the drummers, Arnorfu the leader and his younger brother Andres, Andrew the American who grew up in Mexico, and Coral the beautiful fire dancing gypsy. We all talked and moved the drumming indoors to this ladies house where the biggest drum along started. Everyone in the entire house was playing something. Weather it was a bottle to blow into or hit with a fork, pots and pans came out, people chanting, two drums and a whole lot of clapping hands. What a bohemian night. That is how you celebrate life. We are having them over for dinner tonight and continue the friendship. Its good to find your gente. (people, brethren, companeros, friends, amigos, brothers, sisters, like minded individuals...)