Alejandra with her Uncle Carlos who was closely connected to the gaucho culture. On one of her visits back to Buenos Aires she brought back a photo of her Tio Carlos wearing his traditional clothing with Ale posed beside him.
When Patrick and Alejandra’s son, Lucas, was born we were privileged to spend a lot of time with him, watched his personality emerge, and saw a couple of traits that made us smile for they were so gaucho-like. We had horses then, and one day two-year-old Lucas walked out to the pasture with his grandpa, climbed up on the bottom rung of the fence and started shouting at the horses, pumping his little right fist at them as he exerted his command. That was not something he learned from Grandpa.That was pure Lucas. And he loves knives, has always loved knives. Not bicycles, not airplanes, not Hot Wheels, but knives, always knives. A gaucho's knife is his main tool, one of his only tools, used for everything from eating his meal to chopping firewood, to butchering beeves. (Note: this photo of Lucas and his grandpa out feeding the horses was taken when Lu was a bit older. I didn't capture that moment when he was only 2.)