Fly fishing in Tierra del Fuego . . .
Crazy Kiwi . . .
“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” E. B White “He had been thinking of Kiwis because he knew that his last customer of the season as luck would have it, was a Kiwi name of Finn, and the guy, if he was anything like the other New Zealanders he’d had as […]
“. . . about to call”
“The next thing to do was go to don Herman’s, my opera-conducting German-carpenter genius—it was on my list. He was making a complete set of bedroom and dining room furniture for Antonio and doña Maria and I wanted to see if it was ready. Normally he would call, but he had recently quit smoking and […]
(Sp) El caminante y el filósofo . . .
El caminante y el filósofo Por un camino de tierra, ¿dónde? cerca del mar. Un camino cualquiera, tanto más no importa. Caminaba disfrutando. ¿Cómo? Despreocupado, igual que siempre, mirando las olas, la playa – un camino de costa. ¿Cuándo? De verano, y lleno de polvo puesto que era la costumbre, rumbo a la tienda […]
About Tierra del Fuego . . .
Strictly speaking, Tierra de Fuego refers to the archipelago on the tip of South America south of the Strait of Magellan. In recent times, however, more and more people have started using the name in a more inclusive fashion, referring to the southernmost tip of South America, but not necessarily starting on the south […]
About Fogg . . .
“Over a hundred years ago,” I began, “an Englishman named Fogg bragged to his fellow members at his fancy gentlemen’s club that he could go around the world in eighty days . . . or less. At the time, of course, there were no airplanes, nor telephones, nor any of the ways we travel and […]
(Sp) Don Tito
Don Tito tomó su cuchillo por la punta y demostrando un ágil desprecio a sus alrededores tan propio de él, lo lanzó con fuerza a la pared, donde se enterró en el calendario y no dejó de vibrar por un largo rato: la fecha ‒ 5 de marzo, 1881. Se me ocurrió que por […]
Shameless brag? . . .
“Once, he’d heard somebody claim that there was no dawn equal to an early dawn in the high desert country. At the time he thought it was a shameless brag, but how to tell? He’d never been to the desert, and wasn’t planning to. He looked east to the Andes: that sky would be hard […]
(Sp) Antonio, mi amigo . . .
Un inconveniente. Mi amigo Antonio conocía mucho pero hablaba poco. Por eso fue sorpresa cuando un día me preguntó si yo sabía cuál era el peor invento del hombre. — ¿El peor invento? repetí, pretendiendo no haber entendido la pregunta. —Bueno, quizá no tanto invento como descubrimiento. —Ni idea —le dije. —Sin duda fue […]