September 30th
Greetings from Planet Changes,
After 6 months, Santa Lucia and I are breaking up. It was a
good time, but even good things have to end sometimes. I looked like a farmer,
trekking through the streets in my rainboots, and Santa didn’t like that, and
the heat of Santa made me break out, which I didn’t like, so it’s really for
the best that we’re breaking up.
BUT there’s lots of pictures AND I will miss Santa A LOT.
Because everywhere I go, I leave a bit of my heart there.
Ya’ll know that I don’t speak English anymore, so photos
away.
Imma copy Kjerst and stick em in a document. INSPIRATION
NATION(S).
LOVE YOU LONG TIME.
Hasta la proxima baby.
Hermana Broadway (y Hermana Celine Dion)
We are real creeps when we get the raincoats on.
Pretty sure this is how they took the picture of the monster in Loch Ness.
This is how we carry our lunch to the house: In Style.
Thou shalt not judge: Popcorn Avocado Tacos (Desperate times call for desperate measures)
Sister Brower tries to wear all her thrift shop finds at once.
Fried platanos as life
This is love.
October 7th,
I am in this beautiful little village just outside of the Capital, called Santa Elena Barillas.
My companion is Hermana Garcia, she's from Zona 1 in the Capital, speaks English like a Gringa, is reeeeal sweet, a total machine, and loves Harry Potter.
I LOVE MY AREA. It makes me so happy, and it's NOT HOT. It's actually cold. So tender mercies exist.
LOVE YALLLLLLL.
Pictures...como siempre...weird, right?
Meet Oscar. He's a small business owner, has an Atheist Boxer named Roco, collects everything, HAS THE SAME INDIAN METAL FIGURE THAT WE HAVE AT HOME, and is a Mormon.
Meet Roco. He's an Atheist, but is starting to listen to the Mormon chicks.
CUBBLE PUBBLES WITH ANIMALS REMAINS THE BEST.
I LOVE THEM.
Let the Harry Potter jokes began.
