Genes & Coincidence
A.C. Flory sent me a note yesterday about genes and understanding who we are. I’ve been thinking about that since my cousin is visiting. He’s twice my age. We never really had any contact for most of our lives- yet- we like the same types of wine. We smoke the exact same type of mini-cigars. When we took him to the grocery store, I watched him selecting products which happened to be the same ones I buy myself. He has a passion for horses (and an obsessional passion for history), and lives right outside Paris in a property that I could easily have chosen to live in myself. None of that applies to my other family members, which makes me wonder if it’s coincidence or if we happened to inherit a similar set of genes that mould us in this particular way. Once we reach a rather significant amount of similarities, I don’t think we can still put it down to coincidence. Can we? Or, can we?
They’re off to Seville tomorrow for a day. Then back here on Monday. Last night we took them to Pura Tapa and when they get back we’ll take them to Venta Garcia. This evening Mrs. cousin made a really wonderful dinner for us. She made it seem effortless too. Then we looked at family pictures…