The story that I am going to tell you is the one that I have told my daughter Clara so many times, the story of Grandfather Félix, the story of this house …
My father Felix was born in one of the most charming towns in Aragon , Sos del Rey Católico . He used to remember how his father, my grandfather, when he returned from the Civil Guard service, left on the furniture in the hall the curious tricorne that people used to call “ cocked hat ”, and spent a few minutes playing with his son: it was time to forget the seriousness that his uniform required, to dedicate himself with affection to the child he loved so much. Years later, grandfather Félix’s father was assigned to the Canary Islands, along with his entire family.
The boy was fascinated with the idea of knowing what the school books described as “ a fortunate archipelago “, with a spring weather all year round, with the amiability that characterizes its people and with how many pirate stories and legends they are inspired by these islands.
