Buenas Noches

We're going to Costa Rica in 15 days. HOLY CRAP!

Had a 11.5 hour reception with Connor at Holly today for a Santo Nino prayer group. They insisted we eat (we did). They also insisted we come and get healed (we did). It was interesting, having all those Santo Nino statues lined up in front of the stage, and having a woman rub my hands with baby oil and touch my forehead and shoulders while saying something in a language that sounded like Hindi, despite the fact that it was a Filipino group. They told me to close my eyes and open my heart. I did; it was warm and meditative. They were the nicest, most generous people at a reception I've dealt with so far. Life is interesting.

Gotta go here (!): Cartagena, Colombia

And gotta read Love in the Time of Cholera (Gabriel Garcia Marquez).

Good night, Buenas noches.