10 minutes

Sorry guys, that I haven't written in a while, but right now I am in an Internet Cafe in Grenada (don't feel bad, I didn't know it was a country until I bought a plane ticket to it) that took a very twisty and bumpy 30 minute journey to get to. I really want to write about Paraguay and my beautiful friends who shared with me their lives in their very corrupt country. This included houses with personal maids inside and hookers outside. Diana and Nati were so curious about my culture, so for three days I was peppered with silly questions regarding my life at home like how often I shower in Philadelphia and have I ever been to a love motel?

I also want to write about Bolivia and the bicycle death road lined with crosses and the jungle and the beauty and the poverty and the intense conversations that Josh and I always seem to find ourselves in.

If I had more than 6 minutes left, I would talk about the crazy Brits I am staying with and the Easter beach parties and the rasta that makes me breakfast every morning.

But alas, I will save these tales for another date. Perhaps I will have some quality time with the Internet in Florida. Until then...