On Sunday, the 6th of December, Fidel, Elizabeth and I met a couple other ladies from school at the Luis Miguel concert. Luis Miguel is a romantic Spanish singer; I heard one man say he was the Latino Frank Sinatra.
Although the concert was good with an orchestra and even mariachis at one point, the part that stuck out in my mind happened before the concert began. The show was supposed to start at eight, but in reality started two hours and thirteen minutes later. Most of that time was spent waiting in a line outside in the parking area.
Once through the doors, there was another line to get into the actual hall. (Organization is not one of Cartagena's strong points.) Well, Fidel led us to the front area of the line so we were in one packed, pushing crowd of irritated Colombians. As I was simply standing there minding my own business, someone started tickling my sides. Turning around, I noticed an old lady directly behind me using my hips to support her. She had a lovely smile and made a few jokes about the ado.
When our turn was approaching to stuff ourselves through the door, I put my back to the crowd and made a space for the viejita to go through in order for her not to be squashed. The rest of the people saw and stopped their pushing while the lady and her family safely shuffled forward, some even giving a warning to those not near enough to see. Of course, the jostling started right back up again, but I love the respect paid to the elderly here.
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