By Aymara Lorente To her, wherever she is, and to Pedro, by my side I remember as if it were today. T here was that kind, unassuming, but convincing and smart little woman. S he was a nun, an envoy right from above. God put her in the most unusual place: believe it or not, she was our honeymoon travel agent. Right there, on the spot, she gave us her quiet speech, while booking and issuing our hotel reservations. She r aised her head, once in a while, to look at our eyes; to see through them, and watch our reactions. W e were both in awe, listening. I’ll never forget the things she said, the metaphor she used, comparing marriage to a new fragile plant that needed to be watered every single day; without excuses, in smooth times, or bracing for storms. Nobody had talked to us that way, about uncon