Calleros en Argentina

While staying in the Capital Federal in Argentina, I had the amazing opportunity of meeting Adrian Callero, one of the many Calleros that found thier way down to South America at the turn of the century from Genova, Italy.
Adrian is a really great new cousin! We had such a fun time together, and from the get go, there was an already established comfort level. Of course there is some debate as to weather or not we are really from the same Callero blood line, but if not, I feel that all Calleros in the world have some sorta special connection.
Adrian was born in Entre Rios, which is North East of Buenos Aires. He moved to BA when he was 1 year old. The rest of his family still lives there. He is the only child, but his father comes a big family and his father´s father from an even bigger one and so on and so fourth. He describes his family and loud, fun, big and surrounded by love. There are more than 100 of them in Entre Rios and each year they all get together.
His grandfather is 87 and is still going strong. He lives on the same land that his grandfather lived on when he first settled in Argentina from Italy years ago. His grandfather never learned to read or write, because he spent his youth out in the pampa of Argentina, roaming around with his horses. Still to this day he wakes up, drinks his mate(tea), puts his knife and gun in his belt and goes out to see his horses.
I like to think that their are certain yearnings and interests that we all have that aren´t put their coincidently, but that have been born in us long before we even existed. I think that family is more that just looking alike, but there are certain soul characteristics that are also passed along through the generations. I like to think that my passion for Spanish, my love for horses when I was a child, my interest in the countryside and immigration has been my hearts way of keeping in contact with my family that I thought that I would never be able to meet.