are there guitars in Argentina?

I was talking with Pablo last night, at our final asado on this trip. Fifteen people got together to eat about 16 pounds of meat over three hours, as the various cuts and kinds roasted slowly on the grill.

Pablo is a missionary kid, a child of two cultures whose parents have the opportunity to be supported by churches in the States, although they are both from Latin America. In addition to his deep-seated appreciation for his own culture (he says we really need to see a professional soccer game in Argentina before we die), he has been to the U.S. several times, for several months at a time. Continue reading “are there guitars in Argentina?”