Let me count the ways I love you. You fill my heart with amor. My tummy with refried beans and tortillas galore. Cerveza right time and place AH! The beautiful view as I perform goes to my cabeza. I mean it when I sing Besame Mucho. What’s not for me to me gusto. The freedom to walk away from my phone. Because my Siri doesn’t know Spanish, and I’m not buying her Rosetta Stone!
Pardon my Spanglish.