What Don't You Want?
On my recent European adventure I caught up with an old friend from España. Actually, he was my first real love. Ohhh, the stories I remember about Juan and that summer in 1993 make me blush and laugh out loud. He was awful and wonderful, sweet and salty, all wrapped up in a mischievous, sun-kissed, 19-year-old Spanish boy body. It was the best summer of my life. I went on to college and got married; he went on to college and got married. We both had kids, careers, and lived