Summer of 1979, in San Blass, in the beach house called “RodIrma”, named after my great grandmother and great grandfather. Listening to her favorite song “La Calle de Las Sirenas” in the pool after eating her favorite ceviche, “El Mixto”. “La Gata” she was called, because of her captivating grey eyes. She was already taken, by “Billy The Kid”, my father.
Winter of 1979, in Austria. Road tripping to Switzerland, Lugano for a ski trip in a Red Alfa Romero my father bought, after inheriting some money because of his uncles death. Madly in love, Billy chased Irma to Switzerland where she was studying. My fashionable mother bought the newest outfit, matching my father, a pro skier. My mother however, was new to the slopes.
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