Bilingual Baby wonders why she has dimples over the knuckles in her chubby little hand; I wonder how to say "dimple" and "knuckle" in Spanish. Typical us.
There is a lot here that makes me think of my dad, and a lot I want to tell him.
It's hard to catch her on video speaking Spanish, but I managed to get some good ones.
A fellow hiker pegs us for exactly what we are, and we have to laugh.
It’s hard to speak Spanish here. I’ll be honest—you don’t need it.
I still wasn't sure what was being served over the fogata, but we couldn't go empty-handed, so Lyon ran to the store to get cookies and beer.
All of a sudden we heard a chorus of small voices shout, "Hola!"