THESE LOCAL FISHING boats brought back memories of fishing with San Geraldo's parents in Minnesota in 1982. His father, Jim, was an avid fisherman and had a small boat he took out on the local lakes. His mother, Alice, enjoyed fishing sometimes and had actually won a "proud angler" trout competition in South Dakota.
In November 2011, I told the story of my first fishing adventure with my new extended family. You can read it by clicking here. The old version is only in English. I'll translate it soon to Spanish for those that are interested.
I was thinking about how kind, welcoming, and loving San Geraldo's family was to me. It had been 14 months since my sister had died and I had nearly been broken, only 9 months since San Geraldo and I had met and I realized I might survive. That first trip was when I learned about joy and unconditional love. I was 27.
All this because I saw some fishing boats in Fuengirola.
ESTAS BARCOS DE pesca trajeron recuerdos de la pesca con los padres de San Geraldo en Minnesota en 1982. Su padre, Jim, era un ávido pescador y tenía un bote pequeño que sacaba en los lagos locales. Su madre, Alice, disfrutó de la pesca a veces y en realidad había ganado una competencia de pesca de trucha en Dakota del Sur y fue nombrada una "pescadora orgullosa."
En noviembre de 2011, conté la historia de mi primera aventura de pesca con mi nueva familia extendida. Puedes leerlo haciendo clic aquí. Está en inglés. Lo traduciré pronto al español para aquellos que estén interesados.
Estaba pensando en lo amable, acogedor, y amarosa que era la familia de San Geraldo. Habían pasado 14 meses desde la muerte de mi hermana y casi me habían roto, solo 9 meses desde que San Geraldo y yo nos conocimos y me di cuenta de que podría sobrevivir. Ese primer visite con su familia fue cuando aprendí sobre la alegría y el amor incondicional. Tenía 27 años.
Todo esto porque vi algunos barcos de pesca en Fuengirola.
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| ALICE AND HER TROUT — IN THE NEWSPAPER. ALICE Y SU TRUCHA — EN EL PERIÓDICO. |
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| AND GUESS WHAT THE CATS ARE DOING WHILE I TELL FISH STORIES. Y ADIVINAS LO QUE ESTAN HACIENDO LOS GATOS MIENTRAS YO CUENTO HISTORIAS DE PECES. |
Someone must guard the fort! Your cats know, while the cat is away, the birds will play. :) They will be vigilant defenders of your delicate nirvana!
ReplyDeleteSnoskred:
DeleteIt never ends. At any time of day (when birds are flying), there's at least one cat monitoring the drain hole from some vantage point or other.
still waiting for lunch to be delivered, I see. gotta love los gatos. and SG.
ReplyDeleteanne marie:
DeleteYeah, first San Geraldo, then the cats (but they run a very close second).
LOVELY picture and story.....but those puss's are killing me. Their determined yet to have a feast by weeks end.
ReplyDeletemistress maddie:
DeleteIt's like watching TV for them... and I hope it stays that way. The birds do NOT enter through that drain hole, but they land on the pipe that extends outside. So near and yet so far.
What, no Maxwell House coffee can anywhere in sight?
ReplyDeleteDebra:
DeleteMy mother had a Maxwell House can where she stores match books. It never looked the same to me again.
While the pussies are distracted by having their meals, can you not push the head of a sardine or something to peep out of that hole? When they return it'll make their day with all that patient waiting having been so handsomely rewarded.
ReplyDeleteRay:
DeleteJerry has wanted to do something like that. But I think it will only encourage them and they'll look for any way they can to get back out on the ledge.
Keep fishing for love and joy.
ReplyDeleteTravel:
DeleteI just dangle my bobber and let it come to me.
I fished when I was a little boy. My dad brought us out to a muddy looking lake, never caught a thing. Two fishers did though, they were the only ones I saw having luck.
ReplyDeleteAdam:
DeleteMy father enjoyed fishing and would either go out on friends' boats or on charters. I went twice with him on friends' boats and loved it but he apparently didn't enjoy my company as much I did his.
You are quite fortunate to have guard cats protecting you.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteAnd I know they would share anything that crossed the line... So, let's hope nothing crosses the line.
A moment in time that you will never forget, Mitchell, nor should you. How fortunate SG's family was there for you to soak up the love and security.
ReplyDeleteLove these photos!! I fished quite a bit when I was about 12 and 13. Neighbour had a Cape Islander (Nova Scotia fishing boat) and he took me and my best friend fishing all the time. Loved it!
Jim:
DeleteI went fishing a couple of times with my father and enjoyed it... except for the bait, killing the fish, and eating the fish. So, I guess I liked being on the water. Also, it was a rare time of bonding with my father.
Such a sweet and funny story. I think you and SG each had the catch of the day back then and still do. Meanwhile Dudo and Moose are still waiting for their catch . . .
ReplyDeleteWilma:
DeleteWe are both very grateful for what we "caught." May Dudo and Moose wait forever and never catch anything!