“A guy like you needs a beard then, to protect yourself from the cold,” he said, and in that moment we became best friends. A Day in Granada Nicaragua “We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us” was written like a lonely commandment above my bed at The Backyard Hostel…
There are moments in the playing of music when melodies mix with blurred meanings and seem to extend beyond you and your guitar. There are people you meet in offbeat places that create not just lasting friendships, but enduring, revelation strewn growth. In my experience these people drink Cuba libres and even after four nights…
