Senors on Tour

I wasn’t keen at first in truth I felt a little

press-ganged into it,

it was to be titled ‘Senors on Tour’

the three amigos father and sons

a boys’ birthday treat,

the first hurdle to negotiate

the collecting pens at the Gatwick farm where

both exotic and rare breeds collide in their herded and

hurriedly confused malaise,

we took the silver tube to Bordeaux in clear skies

then drove on swiftly down to San Sebastián,

with a tad of imagination it might have been Havana

colonnades and balustrades adorning the Spanish old

colonial architecture,

San Sebastián, is a gem, an unpolished rare

gastronomic diamond,

wide promenades and stately boulevards

cut by narrow alleys,

each one a hubbub of avid grazing diners,

disciples, come to taste pintxos, small pinches of

delicious food eaten al-fresco

outside the numerous crowded manic bars,

each bite religious,

in truth this journey wasn’t

the discovery of enticing food

it was about finding out about

my sons, and the fine men they have now become,

asking without needing to ask if

we as parents had done a decent job,

watching them together, comfortable,

siblings and friends, confidently leading the way

teaching their father as one would a child

roles reversed, me now the student, as it once was

with my own ageing father,

we talked, we laughed, we ate

and drank the local wines, three men,

the baton safely passed

Published by grahamrsherwood