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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
The following tale is one of Christmas. Santiago has lived for years far away from his birth home land. He knew what he was called to do. He was determined to accomplish his undertaking, no matter who it was that designed to stand in his way. In the end, his task was completed, and he could rest easily as he returned into his long departed mother's arms ...and the home that he had been gone from for so many years.
Find out what Santiago came to the tropics to do, what his obsticles were, and how his saga related to Chirstmas. Get your copy today
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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The Tale Of Gringo El Loco
a Christmas saga
This book is dedicated to the glory of God, who is the supreme creator, and to my dear son Stephan. May he one day come to know his Father..If not in person, then through his words..BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Municha Christmas saga
The Tale of Gringo El Loco:
A Christmas Saga
by H.L. Dowless
Though his body felt young on the inside, his mind knew deep in the inner most depths of it's midst that he was growing older. On the outside his arms grew tired and his feet ached to the point that he felt that he could not complete his journey forward, even though it was a journey that he had traveled continuously for well over twenty years now. The pits in the shattered sidewalks seemed to grab up at him now, even though he managed to step broadly over them, just as he always had. A sight caught his eye on the left side, he tuned to glance, his eyes beholding a snarling angry face.
“Stay out of my way, old man! What's de matter wid ya? You forgot where ya going,”spouted an angry figure that shook his fist as he spoke so loud?
It seemed like today was the first time that he had ever received words like that from anyone, and it was the third time today that he had endured those types of profane greetings.
“Yea, ya punk kid there! Nothin' is wrong with me! You had just better watch where ya going,” he shouted back through tightly clenched teeth!
As he strained ahead, his eyes felt as though they were slightly more clouded today than ever at any other time that he could recall. He continued forward just as he had done for so many thankless years now. What else could he do, but continue forward? Up ahead for what appeared to be kilometers, he saw his destination; Senior Greko Barbarossa’s wood carving shop.
The stress of the walk seemed to bear even more heavily upon him now than it had even in the past few minutes, and his feet hurt deep inside the center of their soles with ever more growing intensity, so it seemed to him. In his mind he never once doubted himself, he was determined to make that round no matter what fate had in store for his body or soul. Way too many people were depending on him to complete the sacred journey.
Soon as he strained to take his next step, he saw the sign of the wood carver's shop sitting just outside the opened door along with several of his wares that were on display. An old man struggled to walk toward him, a man even much more older than himself.
“Santiago, my dear precious friend, mucho gusto mi Amigo! I am so glad that you are here. I know that this is the season for orders, so I shall assume that is what you came for? You know that you are always welcome here. You are family.”
El Greco hugged the man, clapping him solidly upon his shoulders as he did so, and lovingly kissing his right cheek.
“It's so good to see you again. I heard that you had been very sick, sir.”
Santiago smiled a warm smile, his sun hardened face suddenly shattering as he did so.
“And surly it is so good to be here. Yes, I had been somewhat sick, but I am here now....and stronger than ever, I shall say!”
“Bravo! Bravo! That is so good to hear! I hope that I never hear that you are sick again, and again, welcome back! I can never say that enough. You just do not know how much I mean those words, my friend!”
The shop wasn't much to behold. Basically it was just a concrete hole among many others on this narrow street of unpainted asphalt and more concrete that rose and fell up and down the hills. Beside him sat the pinata shop, before him was the shoe smith, all of these businesses owned by the same people whom he felt as if were his family. In fact, they were the only family that he had remaining in the entire world. Once they were gone, there would be no more, or so it felt to him at the present time. Across the road from him was the helado shop, and the licoria shop was just after that. All of the people walked forward to hug him and wish him a fine welcome back.
“Oh Santiago, we are sure glad to see you back again,” they greeted him with smiles as they spoke the words.
“Well it's that time of year again, I guess,” asked Senior Greko?
“Indeed it is, my dear friend,” replied Santiago. “Make it the same as the year before, please Senior.”
“That I shall do, good Sir.”
“Just add ten more of each to the portion, please,”smiled the relaxed Santiago.
“Oh Santiago, dear Santiago....how do you do it? Certainly the dear children shall adore you for it. This is so much trouble....I know it is! Let me offer you a cheerful discount...please do.”
“No, no, no, “ warmly smiled Santiago. “You must make a living. I cannot take advantage of your generosity like that. We have been good friends for way too long, Sir Greko. I do what I do and live where I live, just so I can make these rounds every year. I love it and would not have it any other way. This is the real me, and this is what I live for ever since I arrived here in Otavolo, now over twenty years ago.”
El Greko smiled warmly again toward Santiago, shaking his head from side to side, then embraced him once more, as did all of the others standing in the concrete room.
“Oh dear Santiago, may God in heaven truly bless you for what you are doing.”
As they all took turns embracing him, tears formed in their eyes. The ladies began to even weep, hugging him as though they never wanted to let go. The lady who owned the helado shop then smiled warmly at him.
