Alright, I am updating this blog because I am about to embark on another grand adventure and this is how I will assure you all that I have not been sold into white slavery in order to repay a debt aquired during an expedition regarding a helicopter that I managed to crash in Rio or something of the sort (my mom worries about those things). I leave for Sao Paulo with my dear friend Ashley (from Alaska) on November 15. She writes me limericks about animals dressed up as humans and such, so nuff said- we are peas of the same pod. We will first travel up the coast of Brasil learning how to surf and speak Portugese while testing caiparinas from each local village that we pass through. We will also visit Francisco in Recife and buy way too much ice-cream (it still won't be enough), we will stand on the edge of the Iguazu Falls (one of the most spectacular wonders of the natural world), and for all you moms reading this- we will NOT go to Rio simply to engage in the infamous cartel wars that are currently running rampant down there regardless of how charming the drug lords may appear to be. Somehow we will make our way over to Ecuador by December 19, because that is when my mom, dad, and sis will be arriving for the Christmas holiday festivities. Pifo, Pifo it's a hell of a town, the stadium's up and the parking lot's down. (And so we meet again white poodle. This time I am bringing my harpoon gun.) Anywho, it looks as if though my dear prima Ellen will be down there on the 28th of December, which may prove to be the biggest gathering of Gringos that Pifo has ever seen. I hope that the padrinos stock their tienda up with enough bottles of 78 cent rum to make Roman Coke Floats for the whole lot of us to sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" for 8 hours straight. And then it seems as if there will be some kind of huge beach party for New Years on the Ecuadorian coast. Ceviche, pan de yuca, espondylus, and lots of beer- Jesus Bendito it will be hard to drag me away from that beach.... as long as we stay away from those little pinche blue jellyfish.... they have caused me enough pain for one lifetime. So at the beginning of January Cath, Ash, and I will be heading down to Peru to trek Machu Picchu, another one of those amazing world wonders. It's about time. That's all I have to say about that. I will avoid llama spit, but I may have to start drinking te de coca in order to combat altitude sickness and the cliffs of insanity. We may or may not make a detour to the Peruvian army base in Iquitos. What happens after that? I have no idea. Possibly an Argentine tango. I don't plan on returning to the States until March 6 because of course that is when the Ecuadorian government will once again tell me that I have outworn my welcome. That is all. I refuse to announce any further plans, because I have decided that creating long term plans is one of the absolute stupidest things a person can possibly do, and let's face it- the odds of me not coming back from South America are now greater than ever. We will see. Now I have to go work on my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume. I am going to be Donatello (the purple one).
Thursday, October 29, 2009
How Margo Got Her Groove Back
Alright, I am updating this blog because I am about to embark on another grand adventure and this is how I will assure you all that I have not been sold into white slavery in order to repay a debt aquired during an expedition regarding a helicopter that I managed to crash in Rio or something of the sort (my mom worries about those things). I leave for Sao Paulo with my dear friend Ashley (from Alaska) on November 15. She writes me limericks about animals dressed up as humans and such, so nuff said- we are peas of the same pod. We will first travel up the coast of Brasil learning how to surf and speak Portugese while testing caiparinas from each local village that we pass through. We will also visit Francisco in Recife and buy way too much ice-cream (it still won't be enough), we will stand on the edge of the Iguazu Falls (one of the most spectacular wonders of the natural world), and for all you moms reading this- we will NOT go to Rio simply to engage in the infamous cartel wars that are currently running rampant down there regardless of how charming the drug lords may appear to be. Somehow we will make our way over to Ecuador by December 19, because that is when my mom, dad, and sis will be arriving for the Christmas holiday festivities. Pifo, Pifo it's a hell of a town, the stadium's up and the parking lot's down. (And so we meet again white poodle. This time I am bringing my harpoon gun.) Anywho, it looks as if though my dear prima Ellen will be down there on the 28th of December, which may prove to be the biggest gathering of Gringos that Pifo has ever seen. I hope that the padrinos stock their tienda up with enough bottles of 78 cent rum to make Roman Coke Floats for the whole lot of us to sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" for 8 hours straight. And then it seems as if there will be some kind of huge beach party for New Years on the Ecuadorian coast. Ceviche, pan de yuca, espondylus, and lots of beer- Jesus Bendito it will be hard to drag me away from that beach.... as long as we stay away from those little pinche blue jellyfish.... they have caused me enough pain for one lifetime. So at the beginning of January Cath, Ash, and I will be heading down to Peru to trek Machu Picchu, another one of those amazing world wonders. It's about time. That's all I have to say about that. I will avoid llama spit, but I may have to start drinking te de coca in order to combat altitude sickness and the cliffs of insanity. We may or may not make a detour to the Peruvian army base in Iquitos. What happens after that? I have no idea. Possibly an Argentine tango. I don't plan on returning to the States until March 6 because of course that is when the Ecuadorian government will once again tell me that I have outworn my welcome. That is all. I refuse to announce any further plans, because I have decided that creating long term plans is one of the absolute stupidest things a person can possibly do, and let's face it- the odds of me not coming back from South America are now greater than ever. We will see. Now I have to go work on my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume. I am going to be Donatello (the purple one).
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