Accordions

We watched an old Anthony Bourdain food-a-logue of Mozambique last night. He said it has the best food in Africa, which we remember was pretty close to what PD and 5H said, plus superb music. Mozambique is across the channel from Madagascar, which is where that fabulous accordionist Regis Gizavo is from. We saw him at Jazzfest 10 years ago in New Orleans.

Make it 12 years ago, because that's where and when we first met The Great FiveHead, and she and PD will be married 10 years already this coming May.

Sunday night we saw a really excellent music movie called "Los Viajes del Viento" which didn't quite make Plotnik want to pack up, bring his accordion and move to Colombia, but made him think about it.

(It's on Netflix, in Spanish with English subtitles.) The life doesn't look so good for the people there, but the music is fascinating. Accordions again.

Why are there accordions everywhere? Probably because it's one of those instruments that anyone can play simply but few can excel on -- yet, everywhere you go, somebody can really play that thing. And you can't help dance when someone plays accordion. If there's one universal instrument besides a drum, the accordion is it.

Traveling is always about the music, the food and the people. It's been 'way too long for Plot and Duck. So we're back to thinking about Spain, which is Ducknik's first choice, though for Plotnik it would be Brazil, up North where the accordions are.