When the stars come out
The talk went very well. I had people come up to me all throughout the conference to tell me how much they enjoyed my talk. Several of the other speakers said, "I'm sorry I don't have chocolates to give you. . ." and everyone would laugh. It was very interesting to see all the great projects that people were working on from medical programs and HIV/AIDS awareness to environmental protection to people with disabilities to English language teaching. . . Helping people to network and achieve more through sharing was a key goal of the conference and I think we met that.
Last night, there were several gatherings where people talked or danced or bowled or whatever. I had brought a bottle of tequila with me and when I set it down on the table where one of the big groups was a cheer rang out through the mountains. I wasn't the only one to bring liquor, but while one or two people appeared to drink too much, I didn't see a lot of it. More than the bottle, though, was the guitar.
After a bit of alcohol, I went back to my room, took my guitar, and headed out to find a place to sit under the stars. I found a likely spot near to where people walked and it took almost no time for several people to come by and join me. We played 'pass the guitar' and anyone who knew the song being played would join in singing. . . I heard Uzbek and Russian and English folk songs and sang a few myself. It never fails no matter where in the world I go. Night time, mountains, stars, guitar, and you get a circle. Every time.
Over the two days, people would see me and shout out greetings or whatever. Marilyn actually said in a complaining voice, "Why does OUR mom have to be the popular one?" I can't win for losing, I tell you. ;)
Last night, there were several gatherings where people talked or danced or bowled or whatever. I had brought a bottle of tequila with me and when I set it down on the table where one of the big groups was a cheer rang out through the mountains. I wasn't the only one to bring liquor, but while one or two people appeared to drink too much, I didn't see a lot of it. More than the bottle, though, was the guitar.
After a bit of alcohol, I went back to my room, took my guitar, and headed out to find a place to sit under the stars. I found a likely spot near to where people walked and it took almost no time for several people to come by and join me. We played 'pass the guitar' and anyone who knew the song being played would join in singing. . . I heard Uzbek and Russian and English folk songs and sang a few myself. It never fails no matter where in the world I go. Night time, mountains, stars, guitar, and you get a circle. Every time.
Over the two days, people would see me and shout out greetings or whatever. Marilyn actually said in a complaining voice, "Why does OUR mom have to be the popular one?" I can't win for losing, I tell you. ;)