The summer I turned twelve, my father drove our family in our Oldsmobile Delta 88 from Chattanooga to Acapulco, Mexico. I knew just enough Spanish to be our family interpreter, and it was exciting for me to be immersed in another culture. This led me to study Spanish in college, and to spend my junior year in Seville, Spain. I went on to serve in the Peace Corps in Guatemala (pictured). It was there that I met my wife Barb, a Californian who moved with me back to Chattanooga. She adapted surprisingly quickly to southern living, especially once she learned to understand the accent.