My mother’s mother, Ana Acuña Corella, was a beauty of legendary charm, tall and curvaceous, with regal carriage, auburn hair, and green eyes. She had a waltz composed in her honor, and there were beautiful stories about her romance with my grandfather. Everyone called her Ana Linda (Beautiful Ana).
My grandmother had an earthy sense of humor. She always said that she loved gentes con pasado (people with a past). When she found me sitting spl