Two Years Ago

Two years ago…

I got on a plane in Chicago, IL.

I played a game of basketball on a warm Saturday afternoon in September. (My team won.)

I asked a boy for his number.

We met at 10 o’clock “debajo del reloj,” the place in Salamanca where everybody meets.

We drank a glass of wine at an Irish “pub,” Molly Malone’s.

I spilled said wine all over the table. He told me, “No pasa nada,” the first in a long line of No pasa nadas.

He texted me the next day to go get coffee. I was taking a siesta and my reply was delayed. But when I did get the message, I hopped out of bed and got there as fast as my legs would carry me.

We took a trip to the top of the Salamanca cathedrals. This was the first photo he ever took of me.

A few days later, after numerous late night meetings, we decided we were a we. Since that date, October 1, 2009, it’s always been about him and me, me and him, us.


Culinarily inclined

Travelers (in so many senses of the word)


With a future so bright, we gotta wear shades. Or at least I do.

Two of a kind


True to one another. Good to the last drop.

Happy two years, mi amor.

P.S. See you so soon!

18 thoughts on “Two Years Ago

  1. You two look so happy. Congrats!

    Spanish phrases are so fun and sweet between those in love. I taught my Hunni who in no way speaks Spanish a few of my favorites when he asked about my study and travel abroad. He uses them now and again and it makes me swoon.

  2. Clearly, October is a good month for international love. ;)
    (Martin and I started dating October 4th, 2008)

    Glad you get to see one another soon. :)

  3. Haha, I love those “No pasa nadas.” I remember my first bombardment of them when I was being a clutz trying unsuccessfully to drag my suitcase up my host madre’s stone staircase. LOL

    Cute recollection of your historia. ¡Felicidades a vosotros dos! :)

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