His name is Saverio. He looks through me when he tells me this--not past me, but into the inside of me.
He's a journalist from Santiago, working on a feature story about the resorts here, and the ecotourism trend. He begins to ask me questions, but the line is moving, and so he is moving.
I explain that I'm in Ushuaia only for the weekend, just for the market. I don't have much knowledge of the haunts and hangouts in town.
Lydia smiles--a little wickedly, and hands this gorgeous man an empanada.
"Then we'll take our country girl back to Nido Claro," she says. Saverio pays her and strolls off to find his answers.
I watch him until he disappears, and a young Brazilian woman asks me about a cardigan.