Standing on the sidewalk, he crumbles his Starbucks paper bag into a compact ball and throws it in the air.
“Wherever the wind blows us” he says to his companion. The ball lands smack in the middle of the street.
“That way!” he says. They begin to cross the street.
“Excuse me! How about the wind blows you towards the beach instead, eh? Like that I could take cool pictures. What do you say? Yes? Please, pretty please?” Well, obviously I can’t let these two escape without at least trying. I had been eying them for the last half hour on the Starbucks patio, building up the courage to talk to them.
Villte and Brother Ra
Listening to the music of the wind playing the pan flute
Villte was on her way to Peru. I assumed she was hitchhiking her way there but modern hippie chicks take the plane nowadays. Brother Ra… Well, I’m not exactly sure what he was doing in South Beach. An artist from DC (link), he seemed strangely out of place among the rest of us, non-dreadlocked tourists. Still, I can’t imagine Haile Selassie hanging out at Starbucks, eating coffee cake…