A July day in Cuba is where our scene is set

Where Our Man in Havana and the beauteous Becca met

They'd both espied an ad online for group adventure fun

For sand, sea, sights and salsa in the sultry summer sun

And so signed up for Cuban jaunts with travel mates unknown

(for being communistic isn't easy on your own).

And so they went around the isle from beach to bay to town

And found a shared delight in teaming up and getting down

(A reference to dancing, for the folks not in the know; or for those whose puerile minds are going where they shouldn't go.)

Each day through laughter, frisbee, talk, their bond grew stronger yet

Until one night, post-salsa, their lips eventually met.

From that night on, come rain or shine, they've spoken every day

And neither time nor oceans deep have stood in true love's way (thank you, Delta and BA!)

They've kept on adding chapters to their transatlantic bio

With pages written in Peru, in Paris (and Ohio!)

In Scotland, on a sun-blessed roof a question then was staged

And with a "yes" Becca and John - "Team Bacon" - were engaged.

And soon, they'll celebrate through vows, their love and their romance

Then, full of hope, these best of friends will dance to life's next dance.