Mending Nets. A fisherman of Rincon, the one I called "The Old Man and the Sea". One day, while walking on the beach with my wife, we saw this man in a little shack mending his nets. He smiled with beautiful shyness and we talked for a while. It was as if we had been friends for years, I wanted to express my true feelings, so my wife was the interpreter during our conversation, as she felt our connection and tried to grasp not only the ideas - but most of all the true meaning of our words.