In Germany I used to complain about the U.S.: “Why don’t we have old ladies in red coats riding on bikes? Why can’t we have villages where we can walk to the pharmacy or post office? Why can’t we make our cars smaller?”
In Mexico I was blown away by the color. Orange houses with red flowers crawling up the side of the house. A mint green governor’s house and a pink city hall. I would have loved to write stories and people watch in front of the cathedral. And buy some coconut ice cream. Why don’t we have color in the U.S.? Why does everything look so grey compared to this?
I learned enough Spanish to listen to family conversations. I was able to laugh at the right time and know when Ana’s mom lectured her about not putting enough food on my plate.
I flew home a couple days before Spencer and my six-month mark. I didn’t tell him I was home. He thought I was at the beach the whole week. I kept emailing him my updates about the beach party, but really I sat in my house waiting for Wednesday to come when I’d surprise him.
On Wednesday (June 6th), I called Spencer’s mom and asked her if she’d let me in to the house. I hid my car a couple blocks down the street and set up my computer in his brother’s room. Around 6 I heard Spencer and his sister Katie come through the door. Katie came upstairs to see me. She knew the plan.
A couple minutes later, Spencer and I got on Skype. I sat in front of a white door so he couldn’t tell I was in his house. The video shows his reaction.
Kiss kiss. Hug hug. Kiss. Hug. Kiss.
And now we’re engaged.
And I am as happy as can be.