In all his voluminous writings, letters, memoirs, and journals, Columbus never once mentions his wife.

His sole reference to her is in his will, made at Valladolid many years later, long after her death; and is contained in the two words "my wife." He ordains that a chapel shall be erected and masses said for the repose of the souls of his father, his mother, and his wife.

He who wrote so much, did not write of her; he who boasted so much, never boasted of her; he who bemoaned so much, never bemoaned her.

There is a blank silence on his part about everything connected with his marriage and his wife.
I like to think that it was because this marriage, which incidentally furnished him with one of the great impulses of his career, was in itself placid and uneventful, and belongs to that mass of happy days that do not make history.

Columbus was not a passionate man.