Joe returned from Venezuela with a black eye and his black belt and I dont think I have seen him so moved by an experience in my life. He was given his black belt unexpectedly (and presumably the black eye was unexpected too) in a ceremony with 150 people present. He did not know a word of Spanish going down, but managed to charm the Venezuelan people with his intercontinental charisma.
We stumbled upon a Venezuelan restaurant where we ate together tonight and caught up on the time that passed.
It was completely perfect and spontaneous... just like Joe.
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