Numero Uno Hijo está casado

        Number One Son is married, or somewhat so.  His wedding is in October, in Cancun, Mexico but we have had a civil ceremony at our home.  So he is married or married with wedding to follow.

           My freshly minted daughter-in-law with her freshly minted MBA is both delightful and accomplished, from Mexico, and we have been adjusting for quite a while.  Her parents Rosa and José Luis who were in town for the graduation understand a little English and speak even less, so in anticipation of meeting them Trophy Wife and I have been studying Spanish since the winter at the local high school.

           It all went rather well, I thought.  José Luis and Rosa made the best of it, strangers in a strange land, and graciously accommodated my effusive, if bumbling efforts to communicate.  When I spoke English my daughter-in-law translated into Spanish, and when I spoke Spanish she again translated into Spanish.  Mostly I said with more enthusiasm than accuracy “Yo hablo Espaňol muy bien!”.  What I noticed was that if I managed to get out something intelligible it seemed to engender a response, in Spanish which I could not in any way understand. “No entiendo nada!”.

           It was in any event a beautiful day in our back yard.  José Luis marveled at the tall trees which they do not have in the high desert of Monterrey, a brother whose visa did not come through attended by Skype, Grandma was quite pleased, and Number One Son did what he was supposed to do.   More passages, more good stuff.