So, Haaby, a big time doctor in Spain, is helping his daughter, but in his stead is a young lady from Spain, the wife of one angler on the team, Victoria Gomez, who speaks some English tells me, “it took us 24 hours, you know, travelling to here from Barcelona to Madrid to Boston to Point Sebago.”
It took me four hours to drive here from Connecticut, and I complained. Going to have to take that back.
“Everyone on the team pays their own way to get here, and it’s hard, complicated for them.”
Them…Team Spain…are just like us, working stiffs, some work construction in Spain, there’s a computer dude, a lawyer, a college student, a couple self employed dudes, one who owns a club (Bar) over there.
A mirror of all of us, not from Spain.
Many of the team practiced here the last couple of days with volunteers from the Maine B.A.S.S. club, dudes not fishing the tournament, and last night Steve Wilson, the President of the Maine club, and my roommate here, told me, “Those guys from Spain, my guys who took them out told me they were very impressed, those dudes are sticks, they know exactly what they are doing and do it very well.”
Victoria: “To come here is, how you say, a dream that becomes real.”
Dreams, come, true.
“The feeling is happiness, all happy all day.”
I failed English 10 three times in high school, they didn’t allow me to ruin another language.
So verbal communication was tough, non-verbal, was easy. I never shot a photo of any member of Team Spain that didn’t have a smile in it, and here’s the last thing that Victoria said to me:
“Thank you so much, we would do anything to be here, and all of you do so much to make being here happy.”
“…let's drink to the hard working people…”
I do though, speak Canadian.
Both my Grandparents on my Mother’s side, came across the Niagara River to Buffalo, from Canada.
I spent many a summers on a farm in Cayuga, Ontario. Learned very young how to drive a tractor, feed the chickens, run from the pigs.
Pretty much raised there by my Grandmother, Tess, and her brother and sister-in-law, Uncle Jim and Aunt Irma Long. Some nights we would visit cousins at the neighboring farm and I would sleep in the same room that Tess was born in.
I haven’t been back since I was about 16, miss it dearly, and got pretty emotional when Team Canada emailed me out of the blue to tell me that on their arm each team member would be sporting the Tackle The Storm decal, I’d like to believe that in some small way that was a message from Tess and Uncle Jim and Aunt Irma sent my way.
Shout out here to Team New Hampshire who also is sporting a Tackle The Storm decal, weird to that when Barb and I got married some 40 years ago, our first real home for any length in time was in, Derry, New Hampshire.