A year ago last week I was sipping on as many Cafe Con Leches as possible. I traded the city of College Station for the ancient streets of Nerja, Spain. Spain makes a mean Cafe con Leche, I tell you. THE WORLD'S BEST CUP OF COFFEE. I would like to congratulate them by going back and drinking more. I know what you are thinking. "Andrea, aren't you lactose intolerant?"
yes. And I simply don't care. Rather, I didn't care about my
intestinal death lactose intolerance when I was in Spain. Sometimes you just gotta push through the pain to get to the deeper things...
A YEAR ago, I was twenty something weeks pregnant and I traveled to Spain with my love and an envelope. The contents of said envelope (...and my tummy for that matter) contained the gender of our sweet baby. I know we all know how this story turns out, but bear with my nostalgia. I love going back through photos and letting them tell the story.
I remember this moment so distinctly. Marty celebrated like he had won the lottery. I confess that I agree.