I had such an interesting dream last night... My husband and I were in sixteenth century Spain, gambling in some alley -- at least, I think it was sixteenth century. Granted, my knowledge of history isn't that great. We were winning, but our opponent offered us a map of the New World against all our cash -- and not just any part of the New World, but a map to El Dorado. Miguel was, of course, all over it. I wasn't so enthused, but Zaragoza wouldn't take no for an answer.
Miguel, I love you, but I am never going to take you to poker with me. You are not a good luck charm, darling.