en español, por favor.

About once a month I'll have a dream that's totally in Spanish. With perfect grammar. And I don't know how or why this happens. I have a hard time understanding grammar in any language. This is why I did not pursue a Spanish minor (regrettably... I think I could have been just fine if I tried hard enough). I know perfect Spanish grammar when I hear or see it, but I can't use it to save my life. Before parent-teacher conferences at Kearns High school, the most I'd used my Spanish in recent years was on the honeymoon in Puerto Vallarta when I  ordered us "Dos piña coladas sin alcohol, por favor...(bar tender starts mixing)...Señor, SIN alcohol!!" We always had to remind them that we didn't want to get all boozy. I'm lost on the idea that everyone in Mexico wants to be young (or look young in a very freakish and unnatural way), in love, and sloshed. I like it just fine with a blood alcohol level of zero. Interestingly, alcohol has been the only unwise invitation I've ever had to fight off with both fists. What is it with people?

I've got all I need... perfect beach, perfect man,
and a Miami Vice, sin alcohol.

This place was unforgettable!

and so was this sunset :)

Christmas is coming... I think I'll go to the beach again. Naturally, I associate Christmas with the beach. Who doesn't??

[RACHEL]