Listening to classical guitar in Spain

In the summer in resort towns, they have little festivals of music. We go if we can because it's an opportunity to hear music that you would never ordinarily go to. Last week we went to a concert in the cloister of church in Pollenca. The program featured the Menorcan orchestra and classical guitarist David Russell, and it was beautiful. You could look up at the stars while the music played and just feel your soul hum. Here he is:


The cloisters were full of Spaniards who all knew each other as Pollenca is a small community. It was interesting to watch the men greet each other with handshakes in the European way but after the concert started, some of them still talked like they were at a dinner party and not at a concert. Someone told the group near us to callete (shut up) so that worked for a bit. Then David Russell played some encore pieces that were so lyrical and passionate, and someone decided at that moment to open some candy wrappers. Pearls before swine, I thought; some of them didn't even appreciate what they were hearing.