My friend Chelsey andher boyfriend from Nova Scotia flew in last night and so I'm going to Macchu Picchu this week, apparently. I've never been to Perú.

I'm sorry, I was at the beach.

Then, I was at university. I sorted out some stuff. I'm now a "student" again, instead of "undecided" (though my visa says missionary)...up until June 28th (I'm quitting school again as soon as Pamela gets here...love the short term commitments)

pardon all the parenthesis.

I have to tell you guys something, but now is not the time. Back to your regular scheduled lives.

As if thinking in front of a computer screen wasn't hard enough, the cyber cafe where i connect has decided to hire a PENTECOSTAL employee...and he plays this music (i use the word "music" for lack of a better one, and because i assume that is what he considers it to be)...with the same WAILING, SCREAMING, CHANTING woman singing lead vocals on every song, and he plays this CD constantly, and he seems to always be on shift... i already feel like he looks down on me (one day, i was distracted and i gave him way too much money to pay for my bill, and he looked at me like "poor stupid foreigner, hasn't learnt how to count change yet")...if i ever asked him to turn of that infernal (blasphemy?) racket i think he would further look down on me for having no spiritual dimension. So i am forced to put up with this, indefinitely, in hopes that they fire his ass and/or he has a crisis of faith. Let us pray.

i have reconciled with the fact that i must give up my dream of being a graphic designer

katie (my sister) at 8 am. karen protects herself from the sun my brother, in the airport, drinking his vainilla cappuchino oh so cool.

these are my kids, at camp...according to my parents i am "getting a heart" for them. los chicos del parque: Cruz, Titi, Junior, Alexis and Julian (clockwise from top left). incidentally, the double exposure is the back end of my mom's car.

take these chances