15 Years… And Counting.
Husband speaks Spanish. Pretty fluently. It’s wonderful. It’s also what attracted me to him 15 very short years ago.
Yesterday was our 14th wedding anniversary. Last week marked 15 years together exclusively. A week ago, 15 years ago, he picked me up at the International airport in Belize and we made our way for a few blissful days in Cancun before jumping the nearest chicken bus back south down through Central America where we set up house for a brief time in San Jose, Costa Rica. We met there briefly the year before and kept in touch for many months until I made my way back down after slinging beer to get up enough cashola back home.
15 years ago last week we fell in love. He was my adventuring, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants, grab-world-by-the-tail sort of guy… and I loved hearing him speak Spanish. He still is… hence he went along with my pressing to purchase our own little piece of the Yucatan two years ago… no matter how dinky and bare bones. I can’t imagine this time with anyone but you… and three little beach bum miscreants to show for it!
Happy Anniversary, my love. It’s 15 years of adventure… some scary. Some exhilerating. Always inspiring!
Maybe after the next 15 I’ll actually speak a little Spanish myself…..
