Espadrilla Testarilla.
Yep, that's what it says on my birth certificate. Don't ask. Don't even go there.
When I was a kid I asked Mother "What WERE you thinking?". Really, I already knew the answer to that. It was 1970. What was ANYBODY thinking back then?!!
She answered, "Your name has poetry and motion. It sings. It has a soul."
I said, "Mother, an espadrille is a freakin' shoe."
She answered, "To carry you far on a wonderous journey."
Aw, man. Boomers. Freakin' Woodstock Generation Baby Boomers.
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