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Hey Gentle Readers,

I thought that I´d make a mini-post about where I am and whats going on because cora gets sad if I don´t post all the time.

I´m in Salta, which is in the Andes-influenced north of argentina. People are much browner and friendlier than they are in Buenos Aires. Also, they think my United states heritage is something special, which is a nice change.

I went on all day trip yesterday to the Quebrada de Humauaca (sp?) which is an UNESCO site known for its scenic beauty. It is really unique. The mountains are composed of crazy colors. When I get back to my laptop, I will post some landscape fotos that you can yawn at.

I love the pueblitos, which are these farming towns that run up and down the valley. Adobe houses thrown together from miscellanious parts, corrogated steel doors etc. I suppose that its poverty by some definition, but the people seem to be satisfied. There are few beggars etc.

I´ve met many people here. Ignacio from Chile, Mariana who works at this hostel, a family from Ecuador, an Australian guy I talked to for all of last night about our countries and we made fun of England together.

Another Australian named Simon Turner. Quite a character. Says he is in Mensa, has no job and has been a professional snowboarder. Personally, I´d like to believe it. Somebody should google that shit for me. Also a professional chef and speaks japanese. His sexual exploits are legendary in the hostel.

Today, I don´t know what I´m doing. I am meeting Mariana later today and maybe doing something friday night with her. She´s cool. Speaks English, lamentably, but puts up with my broken spanish, too.

Also, South America has manifested itself in my bowels again, so my activities will be muted for today as I try to stay within range of a toilet. Retrospectively, trying a different empanada from a street vendor from every town I went to in the Quebrada was probably an germy game of russian roulette.

Cuidate!
Nathan

PS Oh yeah, more bad news. I lost my irish jacket a week ago and my phone this last week. I am quite bummed about the russian coat. Hopefully, I can find something to replace the coat-shaped hole in my materialistic heart.
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Renaissance Muse said…
yay for posting.

I was wondering how the food was treating you. What is with ending every noun with a "y"?

foody, germy, wordy...

I want to hear your re-telling of the chef's sexploits.

You should write a post just about that. I'm sure Cora and I can agree on that:-)
July 24, 2008 at 9:21 AM
Anonymous said…
yeay! post for meeeeee!

You should be more careful about what you put in your mouth boy.

Sorry about your coat and phone.
You really oughta have like gps trackers on all your things, that someone else has so they can tell you where it is, or you would lose it.
July 24, 2008 at 3:16 PM
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