We officially wrapped up our Spanish classes last week! Each day we get a little braver with rolling our R’s and untangling verb conjugations. If we really concentrate (and maybe squint a little), we can carry on a conversation and understand most of what’s being said. My co-worker assures me that in six months we’ll be pros—which I think means we’ll at least stop accidentally asking for “soap” when we meant “soup.” Faith, patience, and a good Spanish translator are our daily companions! To celebrate our 21st wedding anniversary, we took a quick trip to the beaches of Veracruz. It was four hours each way on a bus, but every bumpy mile was worth it. My favorite café had a delightful system: you clank your fork against your glass to summon hot milk for your coffee, while a mariachi band plays just steps away. Toes in the sand, mariachi in the air, food that tasted like heaven—it was our littl...