David,
I know you worry about me, so I must inform you that I am not yet in Peru. Our flight was overbooked, so Katie and I graciously accepted the airline's offer of a free hotel stay, a couple meals, and a $300 travel voucher (although it's only good for Latin America, for the most part).
I was holding my bowl of Cocoa Krispies (mistakenly labeled as "Rice Krispies"--get your shit together, Habitel) this morning and waiting for my made-to-order omelet when Survivor's "Burning Heart" came on the speakers. (I realize you probably already know this from Facebook.) Needless to say, I started doing pushups and glistening with sweat.
Our hotel room has wireless Internet. Why does it seem like hotels in the States don't, for the most part? Even our shitty Panama City hotel had WiFi. Perhaps the U.S. should have a brutal stretch of history with drug wars and civil conflict.
That's about it. I went to bed five hours ago, so I'm going to get more sleep.
-Doggins
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