Sometimes I am asked what makes me stay in Venezuela in spite of the mess and crap I must deal with every day. I can advance a few reasons, but there is one that trumps all the others, my Dr. Zhivago reason. It comes in many shapes and forms; in many hours of the day; or any day of the year; it always surprises me and it always puts my soul at rest for a little bit of heaven. Two examples from last week:
Araguaney in San Felipe
Bucare on Bejuma road
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