Shaun said:I knew the first day my 'wife to be' and I met and we couldn't even speak each other's languages. I was touring Europe on an Interail train pass (during my student days) with a Panamanian friend (who was later to be my best man) and we ended up in the north west corner of Spain (Galicia). We stopped off to visit a Spanish friend for a day we both knew from university and she brought along a couple of her friends. We had a great day together touring the ragged coastline of Galicia, and on my return to England one of the friends (of the Spanish friend we were visiting) and I ended up writing to each other for nearly two years. Since she couldn't speak English and I couldn't speak Spanish I had to use the services my Panamanian friend to translate the letters. Things got even more complicated when I left university, because my translator moved to the states and I moved down to Hampshire.
Blinkin' 'eck, Shaun, there's a rom-com in there somewhere. You'll be portrayed by someone handsome though
