I am sitting at O'Hare airport, waiting for a flight to Miami and another that will take me to Buenos Aires, Argentina.
To prepare I am reading one of the classic books of Argentina: The Gaucho Martin Fierro.
A gaucho is a kind of cowboy, though a note tells me that the word gaucho is now often used for people who have a special skill that requires nerve.
They say that there was a time when people could recite whole sections of this book-long poem. And you can see why it was so popular when you see drawings like the one below -- in which after a long day of fighting criminals and taking care of horses, the tough guy sits down to sing on his guitar.
So I will continue to sing this song for you, niña, and look forward to a week from now when I will see you and your mother again. Adios. Ah, Dios!
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