The most I probably have to talk about are the bus rides. Uuuuuuugh. Both times we left at 10 p.m. which sounds like a good idea on paper: "leave at 10 p.m. and arrive at about 8 a.m. refreshed and ready for the day." Ha! I forgot to take into account crossing the boarder and going through customs and such at about 2:30 a.m. Not my fav. But, I did have some things I really loved about my bus experience...like my face mask for my eyes, the Presidents of the Church lectures on my iPod, and staring at the stars when the rest of the world seems to be sleeping. Priceless.
This picture was taken before we even started to move. This face only got better as you can imagine.
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Meet Alfie: the Hostel dog. I was struck with puppy love.
Seven of our group decided to go paragliding. A-ma-zing. It wasn't quite the adrenaline rush I was expecting, but I definitely enjoyed it all the same.Plaza Independencia
Meet Alfie: the Hostel dog. I was struck with puppy love.
Paragliding! Are you crazy? No child of mine will ever be caught doing something so dangerous! (At least with my permission). On the other hand, I'm glad you lived to tell about it. Don't do it again!
ReplyDeleteAunt Judy you just made me laugh. I didn't even talk about how I had to run off the mountain to get going. No biggie...
ReplyDeleteAnd for the record, my parents didn't know beforehand. I love being over 18!