It seems possibly related to recent events, but we sure are getting around a lot lately. Last night we took a trip to South America. I could have strangled the pilot. We flew in a smallish jet down to Brazil or Peru or something; I'm not sure. Anyway, the pilot insisted on flying over roads the whole way down -- maybe he was afraid he would get lost? The scariest part was that we were only flying about 8-10m above the roads, and it was very foggy outside.

I was glad to get off that plane when we arrived but our accomodations weren't exactly five-star. We ended up spending the night in sleeping bags on the floor of a school gym. Don't ask me why. And this morning I woke up with a stiff back. Go figure.

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