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This is my roommate Phil and I in Bolivia. It's 6 AM, freezing cold, and 12 thousand feet. Our thoughts: "Why did we bus all night just to get here? This is so overrated..." Phil and I are now doing much better. It's warm, and the room smells of freshly cooked rice and a sweet and sour guava concoction Phil invented to put on top (yum!). It pays to have a chef for a roommate. The silence is filled with the smooth sounds of bossa nova, which perfectly matches the greenish lighting created by our amazing paper lanterns. Life is good.
posted by Alban at 10:10 PM
4 Comments:
you guys are money and you don't even know it.
that's pretty cool, I guess.
Alban,
Thanks for the update. Your meal sounds great. I can't wait to meet Phil
Hey, thanks for the picture and update. The fruity topping sounds divine. Good to hear from you...
Hey! I miss you! How is school? How is that fun gang of munchkins on your hall? Write me a lengthy email and tell me all about your life. Love, Ansley
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