buck the fuss

I think I am allergic to Bolivia. Or something. Bolivia is like my gauntlet and every time we meet, Bolivia throws me into a fiery pit of spears and I must emerge with the goblin’s sword. Or something. Anyway, Bolivia challenges me. For the fickle mistress she is, I must love her so.
Sometime yesterday or [...]

letter to roger

this is a copy of an email to roger explaining why on earth we are still schlepping around buenos aires instead of schlepping our asses home as well as some of our problems in tramites the last few weeks in BA
thanks so much. we have gone through all of this a hundred times. the problem [...]