Polka Madre was phenomenal with a squatly little tour bus jam packed with musicians rehearsing, cursing, laughing and smirking. We exchanged memories of our 3:30 am morning search for tlalludas (oversized Oaxacan tostadas) and the scheming for swimming. I danced my feet off and saw lots of unexpected friends. All quite lovely.
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