Perhaps some of you have been trying to call us. You can't, because our phone is broken. We still have the cell phone. But the broken phone led to my calling our local phone company. And as faithful readers have no doubt guessed by now ("Christ, will you just go on another honeymoon or have lunch with the Israelis again. Utilities are bor-ing."), it was fun for so many reasons. Actually, there's not a whole story to this one, only one point: I yelled at the operator, who gave me two toll-call numbers to call, one to get a technician, the other to adjust my bill so we don't pay for the days when the phone was broken, in Spanish for about ten minutes. I think he might have even understood what I wanted. Either way, the phone doesn't work.

In a related item, Leah spoke Spanish in her sleep the other day. Predictably, she was dreaming about being served some sort of food, saying, "No, solo un poco mas." Maybe it was pig's ear.

We think these things represent breakthroughs for us.