My grandpa was a great guitarist at his time, he was talented with his hands. He perfectly struck each chord correctly and at the right rhythm. He wrote his own songs and notes, they were beautiful and shows the degree of talent that he had. Even at his age, every time that I go to visit him in Mexico City, he grabs his guitar and always plays a song of his liking. And sings with the song. When he was younger he taught in the famous Palacio de Bellas Artes (Palace of Fine Arts), in Mexico City. It was an honor and privilege to work since the place was Mexico's cultural, drama, and music center. The Palace holds many Fine Arts events both nationally and internationally. My grandpa had the chance to teach guitar lessons in the institution.