The Wishes of Fishes

"Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God." - Kurt Vonnegut I've been meaning to mention Peru. There were fish everywhere. Raw fish. Caught by fishermen in the morning. Brought in to the fish markets, sold, sliced and doused in the juices of lemons and limes. All to be eaten before noon. Ceviche - most heavenly food of the sea. This food has effected me deeply. Lately I traveled deep into the sea in dreams. I met a very nice fish there. We talked for while. He recommended a nice red wine, which I thought was very clever for a fish. He told me he had once been a Sommelier when he lived on the West Coast. Next I was seated at a dinner party. The table was filled with young, fashionable people. We all had lovely yellow tuna steaks on our plates. And we drank red wine. The same red selected by the fish - the very one it appeared was also being served upon the plates. The fish had chosen the wine to be had with himself. A very clever fish indeed. If wishes were made by fishes, this fish had made his last one a good one.