It was a cold January Saturday evening. The park was beautifully lit. People were cheery. We could see the Matterhorn on our right hand side. Magical is the best description I could find.
Suddenly, I started singing...
"Somos los tres carros, los Tres Caballeros, y nadie es igual a nosotros..."
What do I know. My friends all knew the words. 4 guys, ranging from 27 to 31 years old, began forming a chrous line and singing off the top of our lungs...
I don't know how this happened. This is not, by any stretch of imagination, a popular or wildly succesful film. I guess it just touched us, the way Donald Duck had a mexican friend (Panchito), or the wild "Piñata" scene, or the strong latin flavour of the film.
Memories notwithstanding, we kept on singing... and singing... and singing.
People around us seemed to enjoy the show, too.
"Valientes brillamos, como brilla un peso
-Quien dice?!?
NOSOTROS, LOS TRES CABALLEROS!"
Suddenly, I started singing...
"Somos los tres carros, los Tres Caballeros, y nadie es igual a nosotros..."
What do I know. My friends all knew the words. 4 guys, ranging from 27 to 31 years old, began forming a chrous line and singing off the top of our lungs...
I don't know how this happened. This is not, by any stretch of imagination, a popular or wildly succesful film. I guess it just touched us, the way Donald Duck had a mexican friend (Panchito), or the wild "Piñata" scene, or the strong latin flavour of the film.
Memories notwithstanding, we kept on singing... and singing... and singing.
People around us seemed to enjoy the show, too.
"Valientes brillamos, como brilla un peso
-Quien dice?!?
NOSOTROS, LOS TRES CABALLEROS!"