A long time ago, on the hill of El Carrusel, a natural sector of Villa del Rosario, from where you can see the borders of Colombia and the foothills of the Andes in the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela, separated by the winding Táchira River, I, Juan, lived. I was a handsome young man dedicated to a flock of my own in my parents' estate.

One day, I woke up sick with the so-called "purple mountain fever," and despite my mother's care, the situation dragged on for a long time. But suddenly, the intense fever began to subside until I felt a violent chill that reached my bones.

To mitigate the unbearable discomfort, I got used to wearing a thick white wool ruana. My desperation due to the cold was so great that I decided to sell the flock and leave that place in search of warmer lands.

One morning, I said goodbye to my parents and headed down the ravine, seeking the Táchira Valley. I advanced along the left bank of the river and by sunset, I arrived at the Estrella del Líbano estate, owned by the Spaniard Pedro Montes de Oca. From there, you could see the town of San Antonio, very close on the other side of the border. The estate was dedicated to grape cultivation. 

"Come in and sit down", said Mr. Montes de Oca, and ordered something to drink for me.

"Excuse me, Mr. Montes de Oca, please ensure the drink is not cold", I added, as despite always wearing my ruana and being in warm lands, I remained cold.

As I savored a large cup of coffee, the young Sara, Mr. Montes de Oca's only daughter, came out onto the house's corridor. She was a beautiful woman who immediately struck me. I thought the lovely young woman might be the solution to my chill problem.

"Juan, the one with the ruana," as they began to call me, I was invited to dinner with Don Pedro, his wife Sara, and the young woman, also named Sara. They also offered me lodging.

The next day, very early, I got up and surveyed the surroundings until I saw the lookout and went there. I met Don Pedro, who conversed with me, and I expressed my desire to buy a good piece of land in those places to settle there. The Spaniard, upon hearing my intention, offered me a large plot bordering the Táchira River with a small house.

My interest in Sara and the quick solution to my situation led me to close the deal promptly.