Alcohol, tattoos and true love? The winners are in.
Thursday, June 23rd, 2005 at 3:44 pm by Administrator
A few years ago, I spent my spring break in Cancun, where I got hit on every night by this tall, dorky waiter at La Boom. He gave me roses, cards, buttons and free drinks. Finally, my friend said to wait for him to finish work and I did. After we were outside, we realized he didn’t speak any English and my Spanish sucked, but we knew we liked each other. We kissed and exchanged phone numbers, and when I got back to the States we talked regularly on phone for the next few months (with our dictionaries open in front of us). Then I decided to get a job teaching English in Cancun and move in with him. (Brilliant idea right? I barely even knew him!) We lived together for about a year, until I got sick of Cancun and decided to return home. But I didn’t forget to bring back some Mexican souvenirs—like a sombrero, some tequila…and my future husband! We’ve been married for over two years now. My family says I’m not to bring home any more living souvenirs from vacations! Strangely enough, Pablo (my hubby) agrees this time!
Kristin
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