Ladysmith Black Mambazo

It was raining. In the park. With friends. And people we just met. A jetlagged Australian family. A photographer. We all hung out together. We shared umbrellas. I let the jetlagged teenagers nap on my blanket. The first band was spectacular. Aurelio Martinez, playing music from the Garifuna community of Honduras. I could have listened to him all night. But then I wouldn't have gotten to listen to Ladysmith Black Mambazo, who I have not seen in at least a decade. Wait, at least a decade and a half. And it felt like I hadn't seen my friends in that long either, even though it was really just a few months. All of it was worth it. And I wanted more of it all. And all of it was worth it.