Iberian "mouth"

Usage examples of boca.

Grande is the name of the country and Boca Grande is also the name of the city, as if the place defeated the imagination of even its first settler.

Every time the sun falls on a day in Boca Grande that day appears to vanish from local memory, to be reinvented if necessary but never recalled.

I once asked the librarian at the Intellectual Union to recommend for Charlotte a history of Boca Grande.

New York and Quito, sometimes stopped in Boca Grande to refuel, and paid an inflated landing fee.

Almost everything in Boca Grande describes itself precisely as it appears, as if any ambiguity in the naming of things might cause the present to sink as tracelessly as the past.

On reflection I know only two place names in Boca Grande which evoke an idea or an event or a person, which suggest a past either Indian or colonial.

Louis confidence man named Victor Strasser who at age twenty-three floated some Missouri money to buy oil rights, at age twenty-four fled Mexico after an abortive attempt to invade Sonora, and at age twenty-five arrived in Boca Grande.

Upon his recovery from cholera he married a Mendana and proceeded to divest her family of interior Boca Grande.

It occurs to me that I was perhaps the only person in Boca Grande inconvenienced by the collapse of the Progreso causeway.

I married into one of the three or four solvent families in Boca Grande.

In any event there is not as much money in all of Boca Grande as Victor and Bianca and Antonio and Isabel and Elena accuse me of having secreted in Switzerland.

New York or Paris or Denver imagining the light in Boca Grande, how flat it is, how harsh and still.

I am interested in Charlotte Douglas only insofar as she passed through Boca Grande, only insofar as the meaning of that sojourn continues to chide me.

Later one could see her eating alone on the porch at the Capilla del Mar or at the Jockey Club, always the same table at the Jockey Club, the table beneath the photograph of the Venezuelan polo team which visited Boca Grande in 1948.

Like so many works of man in Boca Grande the Jockey Club is less than it seems: an aluminum-sided bungalow with rattan card tables and a menu written in French but translated in the kitchen into ambiguous gumbos based mainly on plantains and rice.