Arriba! Arriba!

Tonight begins a whirlwind stretch of traveling for this big fella. Anne and I are off to San Miguel de Allende or as the Germans called Saint Miguel of Beyond. We're going to celebrate her friend Rodrigo's wedding and it should be one hell of an adventure! It's a city about four hours northwest of Mexico City and apparently the destination of a bunch of American expatriates. We're staying at a bed and breakfast with a few of her college friends and it promises to be a raucous affair. I've always heard that you probably shouldn't drink the tap water but I'm thinking, what a chance to really test the theory! If it works for the Olson twins and they haven't died yet, I'm sure it' just work for me. Catching a few of the NCAA tourney games will be very difficult and I know Anne is not going to be happy with me for venturing off to find a sports bar at 6:10 pm. I'm thinking if I buy her something nice while we're down there, she's gotta forgive me...right? Ladies? I think this is a winning strategy and I can't be the first man to come up with this quid pro quo.

After this weekend, we've got a little weekend getaway to go soaring (those glider planes you see in "The Thomas Crown Affair") and then I fly to the east coast for Seth Katz' wedding celebration and the following week, Anne and I are in Raleigh to see her cousin get married. This is the beginning of Wedding Season folks and I'm very excited! I probably will look like Will Ferrell screaming for Meatloaf after the next couple months have passed, but honestly, would you have it any other way?

I'll be back here next week with a full recap of San Miguel, but until then it's Adios!

Go Heels!