I WAS SITTING IN A SMALL bar in La Gomera’s capital, San Sebastián, when I began to hear a soft, lilting whistling coming from the streets outside. It was silbo gomero, a whistling language of 4,000 words that developed as a means of communication between villages set among the terrain’s dramatic peaks and troughs and across the island…
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