No, I didn't swap Sa with a spanish guy, and no, I'm not getting married. My brother is. And if I were to stop here it would be a nice, normal thing, isn't it? No, it isn't, not in my family! Take a brother, who moved out of the country three or four years ago... A brother who makes a surprise-come-home with his girlfriend with him. "How nice! So cool! What a nice surprise!" Such fools we were! My mom goes all "Grandma P." mode and starts offering them all the food in the house (except dog food, of course), dad can't believe his eyes. Sa and me, well, we stand by, enjoying the surprise we helped make true. Such fools we were! That's when, standing on the kitchen threshold, the water for pasta still not boiling, my brother goes "We're getting married". With the silly tone he has when he's saying something serious. That's us, folks. That's so us. To that two days of hands clapped together, laughs, emotions and tears follow. Because, of course!, the following day we called in, for a