Pit Stop

San Isidros, Lima is the place my grandfather lives and where my dad grew up until he ventured off to the States for college. On one of our days here during our visit, we had to stop and get some gas at a little gas station, complete with a Burger King, and yes we had to try some burgers. Well, as we were all waiting in our "shuttle bus," one of the gas attendants approaches my dad who is standing outside stretching and says to him, "Senor Boza?"

Turns out, and get ready for this, the attendant, named Angel, had been working at that gas station for over 40 years and he RECOGNIZED MY DAD from when my dad used to live there. How crazy is that? My dad was in utter shock, and of course ended up remembering Angel as well. But this guy hadn't seen my dad in, ohhhhhhhhhhh, since before I was born. And then one day out of the blue, out steps my dad from a shuttle bus with a crew of his American looking family on board and in 5 seconds, Angel knew. I still can't believe it.

-listening to Amor de Loca Juventud by the Buena Vista Social Club, my new favorite band