I wrote earlier that I would post several shorter stories about our trip to Santa Cruz in lieu of a gigantic monologue. To that end, I wrote about:
And so here we reach the last. When we visited the workshop where Juan Vaca restores the decaying sheets of music, we also saw a woodworking school where men were studying the art. I won’t bore you with my typical lengthy description; it suffices to say I was very impressed watching the woodworkers. Of course, I took pictures. Here’s a glimpse inside the woodworking school:
And that’s all he wrote. About Chiquitania, at least.