Carlo Robelli

for over a year I've wanted my own guitar.  
Our dear dear lovely neighbors, Scotty and Rachie were always very generous with theirs, especially when they got a second, super nice nylon-string.  They would let us borrow the little Amigo for weeks at a time and I would learn my favorite songs and Arthur would teach himself to
pick 
pick 
pick.  
I've believed (in one way or another) that we have the ability to manifest our wants and needs into our lives.  This has proved oddly true for us in our time here on the island.  So, for over a year I've been trying to manifest a guitar.  
After a while I just got frustrated.  I looked on craigslist and asked around all the time and could never find the right fit.  Then one day...
We came home and someone left us a guitar in a case on the scooter in the carport.  
wow.
WONDERFUL.  
We tuned it (or tried) and started strumming and picking.  
Unfortunately, the neck had warped in all the Puna moisture, so tuning correctly was virtually impossible.  Even when the tuner said all the chords were tuned, you'd strum a D chord and feel like a 12 year old at his Bar Mitzvah.  yikes.
So, Arthur continued picking, since tuning didn't matter for his style.  And I just got frowney.
Then I waited.... and waited...all the while trying to manifest.  Then one day...
I got back on craigslist cuz we finally had a little money in the bank and figured, What the hell.  I found someone in PUNA! with a beautiful NYLON-STRING acoustic!  And they only wanted $75!!  I googled the brand: Carlo Robelli and saw great reviews for a very reasonable guitar.
I emailed the seller and not 10 minutes later they called the house. 
So I'm on the phone with this guy and we're trying to work out the handoff.  we're talking about where to meet and I suggest S.P.A.C.E. market because I vend produce there every weekend.  He goes...
Is this Catarina?
?!?!
This is Marshall, we met at market.
MARSHALL!  No shit!  Wow.  Small world.
No kidding, I've hung out with this guy at several markets while I vend and we talk story.  
I thought your voice sounded familiar.
We went back and forth for a few days trying to meet and work it out, since the guitar didn't have a case I couldn't pick it up on the scooter.
Marshall was finally able to drop it off at the farm and brought his friend and we got to show them around a bit.  
The guitar is PERFECT.  I love love love it.  It plays so nicely.  This big, soft voice comes booming or whispering depending on your mood.  The strings don't eat your fingers, it's like they're as excited about making beautiful sounds as you are so they do most of the work.  It's a matte finish so it doesn't get all smudgy and fingerprinty.  It even smells good.  Like an old house or antique store.  The best part is it's lived in Puna for 3.5 years, so it shouldn't warp or lose it's shape in the humidity.
PERFECT
I GOT A GUITAR I GOT A GUITAR I GOT A GUITAR
and arthur's playing it