Mending Nets

A fisherman of Rincon, the one I called “The Old Man and the Sea”. One day, while walking on the beach with my wife, we saw this man in a little shack mending his nets. He smiled with beautiful shyness and we talked for a while. It was as if we had been friends for years, I wanted to express my true feelings, so my wife was the interpreter during our conversation, as she felt our connection and tried to grasp not only the ideas – but most of all the true meaning of our words. (Ed is limited in his Spanish ) The fisherman and I became friends, but unfortunately he passed away recently, I do miss him. Each time I walk in front of his house on the beach, I stop, smile, and say a silent prayer.