I´m sitting in an internet cafe in Playas, Ecuador. I´m tired, I´m a little hot, and I may never get the sand out from underneath my fingernails. I love my life.
Loads of stories and photos when I´m back in North America.
Thursday, March 5. 2009
we interrupt this silence
I've neglected this place horribly for too long, but there's not much to say. I'm still mulling over everything I learned during Gateway, and other than that, I don't do much other than try and plan my wedding.
Correction: I sit in the car, my mother drives, and she does most of the planning. She's much better at that sort of thing than I am. And besides, it's good to have someone else there when you have to order a new dress and when your hair looks like a funnel on the back of your head and your ring is the closest thing to a lug nut you've maybe ever seen.
Moral support, and all that.
Correction: I sit in the car, my mother drives, and she does most of the planning. She's much better at that sort of thing than I am. And besides, it's good to have someone else there when you have to order a new dress and when your hair looks like a funnel on the back of your head and your ring is the closest thing to a lug nut you've maybe ever seen.
Moral support, and all that.
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