One of my best friends arrived in El Tunco and, though an ill chill was blowing through my bones, the night was hot and beautiful and we went to dance at El Rocas, the beach resort next door. The band must have been playing smash latin hits-- everyone but the gringos knew every word.
After bobbing about for a short while I decided it was time for me to go to bed. But our own hotel's band was playing killer latin instrumental music. They played with the soul of immortals and the music put some interest and enthusiasm back into me.
That's when I turned around and realized that the heat lighting dancing across the ocean needed a photograph, toutsuite. The bounce of photographic opportunity in my step, I quickly hopped to my room and grabbed my tripod and camera. I only had a chance to take a few exposures before a very friendly, very "borracha" man was so enthusiastic about what I was doing that I couldn't really focus on my task. I think he said something about the local TV station, but I doubt he will remember in the morning.
That's ok, I'm happy with the night's result.