A cruel south wind froths the surf in front of Fernando Aguerre’s La Jolla beachfront home as his associate leads us through the front door, past a row of early-century wooden surfboards and framed news clippings. “This is Fernando,” she says as a man emerges from the kitchen, a long-sleeve, blue and white floral shirt adorning his short, slender frame. A thin tuft of dark hair swirls on the crown of his head as he marches toward us with floral print slip-on shoes, jeans, and an outstretched hand, a ring on nearly every finger.
“Great to meet you,” he says in a faint, gravelly voice. “I’m sorry, I just got back from Scorpion Bay,” he says pointing to his throat, his face a dark tan. Fernando gestures for me and our photographer to follow him into the kitchen. Between it and the entryway that opens to the living room, little open-space exists on the walls inside the modern coastal abode. A patchwork of surfboards, framed, signed singlets, news clippings, and other kitschy surf memorabilia adorn virtually every last corner, floor to ceiling. Interspersed are family photos, paintings, and two signed Argentina soccer jerseys – one with the name Maradona, and the other Messi. An American and an Argentine flag sit in stands on both sides of the fireplace.