I arrived at Parque Kennedy hoping to come across or tune into some inspiration. Hope hard enough and sometimes the universe provides.
I found a nice bench, in the middle of the park, away from too much commotion. I got comfy, put my feet up and rested my sketchbook on my knees and began aimlessly working on the same palm tree that was no longer in front of me. I really couldn’t think of what to draw. Within about 5 minutes an older man approached me, for a change, one who was trying to sell me anything.
He came over and scolded me, in Spanish of course. He said something like, “How is an old man supposed to sit down on a bench when your feet are making it filthy?! I’m old, I need to sit!”. Never mind the fact that there were other benches and all these benches were far from spotless
He glanced down at my sketchbook and saw that I was drawing a tree. He said something along the lines of, “Why not draw me instead, I have a pretty face”. So I agreed to. He was a pretty good model, posed carefully and made sure not
This old man was quite
Then a surfing instructor was riding by on his bike and noticed the gathering of laughing people so he figured he better stop by and offer his services. He Introduced himself and told us we could take his surfing class on this wonderfully grey, 60F degree day! As he introduced himself he shook each of our hands and when he shook the old man’s hand, the old man was not willing to let go. The surfing instructor was still straddling his bike and trying to jerk his hand free but the old man just kept holding on and laughing.