a little inspiration

So this picture is a great representation of our trip. As you can see, some things are in better focus than others. Everything is a little fuzzy because we were always in motion. I can't begin to really tell you about all the things we did and saw. What I will try to do is pick the pictures that are the best representation we have of each place. We had technical difficulties with the cameras though, so likely we will be missing important things... The most amazing thing that happened was meeting and getting to know Senor's family. I'll introduce you as we come across the photos...

We made it back. We had a lovely time. We are trying to get the pictures together and then we will be back with more!

My word of the day: egress \EE-gress\, noun: 1. The act of going out or leaving, or the right or freedom to leave; departure. 2. A means of going out or leaving; an exit; an outlet. 3. To go out; to depart; to leave. See in a couple weeks!

So while we are away I wanted to have something to do with my hands... So I am taking up a new fiber art (don't I sound smart!) Here is my progress as of a couple days ago... Since then I've learned a few more stitches... Who knows what I will have after a gazillion hours on a plane... In other news- one more day at work- hip hip hurray!

Ah, doesn't this look nice? Such a happy tiny dog. Only three more days... three more of work, three more before Nicaragua.... Yay!

I found it on U-handbag Blog . Yay!

Last night we went to Artscape and saw Mike Doughty and Rusted Root. Actually, we didn't see much of them, we could hear just fine but since we were sitting on a wall under a tree we could only really see the sound booth and the crowd. The Jeremy and the Crissy came and shared our perfect spot just before rusted Root started. Two things happened before the show started: 1. It was blazing hot. Like, "I'm sorry, I am going to pass out and die." hot. Dad, you remember coming back into Baltimore from VMD? yeah... 2. A bee flew into me and when I (not being sure what it was) knocked it off the bee left the stinger in my boob. Yep, my boob. To which I said, "Ahhh, ah, ah!" Senor took this as me pointing out a small bug and tried wipe away the stinger. I really almost punched him. Once we had established what was going on he was very helpful. And I had happened to bring a benadryl stick with me (thanks dad!) so today it does not look like I have a thir...