Change. Inevitable! Fear? Not!
Love at first sight? Actually, it was love just moments before—call it presight. First came the acres of sunflowers and soy and then, halfway down the miles-long drive, somewhere between the ancient stand of red eucalyptus (now gone, uprooted in the first tornado and finally demolished in the second) and the bend in the road where the birches (also now gone) shimmered silver in the bright morning light, I knew La Golondrina was mine.