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In the summer of 1995, I was newly married and headed for Guatemala. On my own.
We had married in June and taken a Caribbean honeymoon, then a couple of weeks after we returned home, I ditched my lovely bride for a month in Central America to learn Spanish for my master’s in Latin American history. My wife was just beginn…
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