The Sun DOES Also Rise…
Monday, February 13, 2012
Travel Log:
Just finished spending some great days fishing with Jake and Bill on the Irati River. Great times, wonderful trout, hot weather and cool water. Met a swell fella named Harris who utilized his fair share of wine and made a gift of hand-tied flies just before we left. What great guys! Glad to know ‘em.
Traveled by late bus over to Pamplona where we joined up with Robert, Michael and the Lady Brett Ashley. All those wonderful men and all crazy in love with that lady. Poor saps, nothing to do but enjoy the running of the bulls, a week of dancing and singing at the fiesta and the grand show of it all. My money was on Jake to have the best time, brood just a little and eventually find some peace with being the Lady’s rock no matter what happened. Perhaps, I too fell a little in love with Jake. He is, after all, more than he ever says. It is what he reads, writes and observes that matters most. The hotel owner, Montoya says that Jake has aficion regardless of the transgression of being an American.
It seems that Americans are not known for the type of passion referred to as aficion. That must be what Jake has that makes him so different. You would know it the minute you met him. He made the bull-fights come alive as he watched the body language and minutia of detail. Watching each of the toreadors finesse the giant beasts into submission was like watching living art. Watching it through Jake’s eyes gave it that life.
In the end, after the wine was drunk, the food was enjoyed and the passions overflowed into the streets; it was just Jake who would do. The lady forever shaking just a bit until he came to calm her. Nothing but his presence was needed, because he had nothing more to offer. But, perhaps that was it. He purely didn’t have anything more than just his heart to give. At least it is pretty to think so.
FreelanceBeth 