This blog is a plática, a conversation, in both Spanish and English about being a Boricua, a Puerto Rican, en la luna, or on the moon (or on its metaphorical facsimile: the United States). The phrase is the title of a poem by Juan Antonio Corretjer, which was made into a song by Roy Brown and updated by Puerto Rican Spanish-rock group Fiel a la Vega.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Eighteen years ago today, on a Tuesday during rush hour, my husband and I got married by the beach in Guánica, after the electricity and the water went out at the inn, and a shower sprinkled my father and me as we walked onto the path that led us to the judge who performed the ceremony.
All the seeming obstacles were a fitting metaphor for a marriage that has survived countless outside challenges but stayed strong, very strong, inside.
He is still the best thing that ever happened to me.
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We were talking about your anniversary on the 5th, debating whether it was 18 years or 20. J. was right to think it was 18! You two are so beautiful, as always. Happy two days after your anniversary! And love to you.
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