this is the little guitar i found in one of the guest houses here. it makes me happy to be able to play it. what's more, this particular instrument is very forgiving of bad technique: the strings are flabby and there is not a lot of sound, so you can just kind of thrash around the fingerboard without a lot of extraneous noise. i draw your attention to the fine quality of this metaphor, here in turkey on my scraggly quest for, among other things, the true deal with airline peanuts. i like this blue guitar. it is plucky.
