Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets  “Jairito, what’s that you’re talking about?” She would gently question him, while her gaze alighted with that look of love in her eyes, and then, she would softly sigh. “I can’t believe that you’re at it again!” “And there you have it! In the mornings, just a poor…

  Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      “Those are nothing but lies!” he would start to say. “The backstabbing slanders made up by the most conniving and deceiving among the fishermen! And for what reason, you might ask? Clearly, to over-charge the tourists for the boat ride, and use that ill-gotten money to…

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets Sunset at the Isle           Ometepe, Island, Rivas, Nicaragua      Though all this happened many years before I was born, and obviously, I never experienced these moments; I caught a glimpse into those occasions through Grandfather’s conversation. He would talk about the weekends at the…

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      Sometimes they would all arrive, and Grandfather would have an enormous amount of cousins around the house. Between his uncles and aunts, his many cousins, the usual family friends and the occasional guests, he would spend many happy hours, hosting and showering everyone with attention.    …

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      All in all, the house had twelve bedrooms. The rooms, which looked to the west, had huge picture windows that displayed the beach below. They also had French doors opening to balconies. Wicker chairs and tables were set up there, to relax and enjoy the fantastic view.…

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      His mother would spend the day in the Costa Azul District, in the port of Corinto, where she owned a restaurant. Costa Azul (The Blue Coast) was a well-known quarter of the town, and it was largely famous for the assorted fresh seafood offered in the restaurants.…

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      Grandfather’s parents owned a lovely weekend house. “We had lived in Chinandega, a small and quiet city. Naturally the beach house was a chance to escape from the hustle and bustle of León, for us a big city.” It was located on one of the most beautiful…

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      When they moved to live in León, the natural curiosity he had within, drove him to wander around each of León’s municipalities. Most importantly, he met and he got to know many of the people that lived in those parts. He extensively enjoyed making new acquaintances and…

Chapter 5… Of poor lovesick poets      For my grandfather, moving to León was love at first sight. On different times, he talked to me about how he loved to visit León, ever since he was a little boy. At the time, the city held a powerful spell on Grandfather and it fascinated him.…

Chapter 4… Baptizing the celebrities      It was precisely Grandfather who explained why they had moved to León, “…as my daddy’s father-in-law was growing older (your great-grandfather, Ernesto García), it seemed that his interest gradually changed from taking care of the cotton crops, towards taking care of another bottle of rum, which he stored…