Miriam greeted me in the morning with a coffee and an apology. Sergio was still sleeping. “It will not surprise you to hear I am not surprised”, I said, as I began to roam around the garden of their beautiful casita in the north of Ibiza. Their dog Trufa immediately began fetching me sticks as the chickens wandered freely among the cacti.
Sergio had always been wild and untamed. It was a part of his unmistakable charm. You could forgive him anything as it was simply impossible not to love him. Miriam swung her beautiful long hair from one shoulder to the next and laughed, half joking, half serious, “I can’t believe him”. It was the daily dynamic these two were no strangers to. We were on Sergio time, and no one can rush him.
There was an audible grumble from the stairs and Trufa ran inside excitedly. A dazed man in boxer shorts popped his head out through the door, flashed me a smile and in his uniquely charismatic way announced, “Sergio is here”.
And so our day begun.