Colin and I had a nice walk this evening, no there isn’t anything more manly that we could have done together, so yes we went on a walk. And I think that I have decided upon a final return date back to the states. But I am not going to tell you yet. Yes, I know I am a dickfor…(high-pitched voice in the background) “what’s a dickfor?” It’s for peeing stupid, any other questions? Nope, ok good.
But yes, I think I know when I am going to come home. Among other things, I have come to the realization that I will not live anywhere that has a summer longer than 4 months. I need cold weather. It was roughly 55 degrees the other morning when I woke up and I was walking around in shorts among shivering Africans. They’ll eventually get the last laugh when the heat comes in February, and we are talking African equatorial heat (120+).
In mass today, at a local Parish celebrating ChristRoi, I came to the realization that the local language wasn’t singing praise to the god of cheese, but rather that their word and pronunciation of Christ sounds like queso. I am going to hell.
Also the first thing that I am going to eat when I get back to the states has been narrowed down to a Quesada, a crème filled bismark, or a cheese steak.
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