|YOUNG SEA GYPSIES|
“Que pais?” What country, he asked, as he pointed to the flag flying from my rigging.
“No pais!” No country, I answered.
“No pais?” He responded in a puzzled manner.
“Correcto, soy un gitano del mar.” That’s right, I am a sea gypsy.
Realizing that he still did not quite understand this, I lowered the flag down so that he could see it closely. It is an Earth Flag with the classic photo of our planet from space.
“El Mundo es mi pais. El Mar es mi pais, comprende?” The World is my country. The Sea is my country. Do you understand?
“Si, fantastico,” he said. And then we sat quietly and finished our beers as the darkening sky shadowed the bay. He passed me back the empty can and then reached into his bucket and brought out another fish. In Spanish he told me that it was a gift – “for his friend whose country is the Sea.”