“Buena noches,” I said, and they returned my greeting.
In the shadows of the upper beams of the bridge, Catalina unrolled her bedding and shared her blanket with me.
We were up at sunrise, walking toward the bus station.
I told her I’d catch up with her at the office building downtown.
She kissed me and laid out her guitar case.
A seventeen-year-old with a strong back can always get a job, as long as there’s no thinking involved.
I found work on the Rio docks, loading sides of beef bound for Europe.
Ten days later, Catalina rented a tiny room for us.
At the end of August, we hired onto a cruise ship on its way to Rotterdam.
She played and sang every night in the dining room, while I backed her up on the drums and sometimes joined her in a duet.
We traveled all over Western Europe
