After one too many rums on another visit to Trinidad, Cuba, I heard myself promise again that I would bring a guitar for Hector.
Hector and I have been friends for over three years. He is the leader of a high energy group that plays their own versions of traditional and “Son” Cuban music.
Hector has never had his own guitar. Instead, he had to rent one or use the “house” guitar at what ever restaurant the group was performing.
When Hector wrote to tell me that he and Yanet were marrying, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. I purchased a guitar for my Cuban friend. It would be a wedding present. Having his own guitar would allow Hector to earn more money and be more independent.
Simple ceremony with a justice of the peace.
At the club before the wedding.