Crossing trails

I don’t travel at all as much as many people I know. Still I have some experiences of when different journeys cross their trails. We had a fish dinner at a hotel in Porto Cesarea, Puglia, this April, when I noticed a picture of a ship over our table. I realised that I had borded that ship 30 years and a half ago in Genua for Buenos Aires.

I spent more than two weeks on the Cristoforo Colombo eating Italian food and talking, listening to music, and maybe, dancing. I remember the Argentinian couple who we later were to spend a lot of time with, and the basque guy who went to Argentina to get some peace from political turmoil (three months before the military coup!). Also, we stopped in harbours, beginning with Barcelona, Lissabon and Santa Cruz de Tenerife so we could spend the day there.

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