Later that night...

...as I was walking to the tram stop, I went over to an Imbiss to get something to eat, and joined a group of about eight or nine spanish-speaking guys in a rousing rendition of Guantanamera. This was the extended version, jam-band length. There was one guy playing the guitar, one guy with a couple pieces of wood that he clacked together, another with little shakers that made a rattling noise, another guy was drumming with his hand and the bottom edge of a coke can, and everybody was smiling and singing. It was really cool, and I just joined in for the song, then went and ordered my food, hung around a little while listening to the next song, and then caught the tram home. It´s neat to stumble onto these little adventures in the city.