Our guests from Rio are here now. When the Fiance is not around to translate, we speak to one another in smiles and hugs. My philosopher declares that things will be easier when he arrives Thursday evening: "I can speak to them in Spanish with a Portuguese accent!" We (my philosopher and I) are 50.5 hours away from our reunion, and the closer we get to the 14th, the slower the time crawls by; it will have been exactly two months this time.
My sister is going to be the most beautiful bride. And it will not rain on Sunday.