Last week was the much awaited Rendezvous, watercolor painting in Mérida, Mexico. Besides the five finished paintings I had committed to, I had one other goal for the week, to watch the half time Super Bowl show ie, Bad Bunny.
To be clear, I am not a music person. When Lady Gaga showed up on the screen of the sweet little neighborhood bar down the street, I didn’t know who she was at first. I know, don’t stone me. I did know Ricky Martin immediately.
I was intent on listening to the music but the mostly non-Mexican bar patrons, WOULDN’T SHUT UP.
I realized that they weren’t any different from folks I’ve spoken to in the States, the only history is OUR history, the only music is what I like and understand, and the only culture is white US culture (whatever that is).
Because of my algorithms, I have since learned about the history of Puerto Rico and how Benito (BB) schooled us on the world’s biggest stage. What an amazing show of unity and love.
I also found out that Benito wore a bullet proof vest to the Grammy’s and had a hospital-on-wheels parked outside “just in case.”
How have we come to this?
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
I think he also wore a bullet proof vest at the halftime show. How very sad to have to do that. And yeah, that’s what we’ve come to. It’s heartbreaking.
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I spent a couple of hours the day after the halftime show reading “play-by-play” information–trying to get schooled (if you will) on what BB was telling/showing the world about his culture. Colonialism by the USA continues unabated. I watched the show again with new knowledge and fell in love with Bad Bunny. It was a brilliant show.
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