Living my dreams

home

pilgrim192 — Sat, 8 Aug 2009 00:14:00 GMT

I'm glad to be home. but i have bouts of tristeza when i see something that reminds me of Argentina. I fell in love with tango.

waiting

pilgrim192 — Sun, 2 Aug 2009 05:07:00 GMT

I dont think it´s healthy to be alone for too long. Our souls need to interact. I am pretty sure that, with time, you get used to being alone. But then you don´t like to be around other people. They get on your nerves easily.

When your alone, you dont have to wait for people, you don´t have to walk at their pace, you don´t have to talk to anyone. You do what you want to do. That´s great, but eventually, you get sad.

I felt sad for a while. I cried sometimes.

Then God plopped two new friends in my life and after Adam left, I spent a lot of time with Sanjay. I´m lucky because they are super -patient and nice guys.

After spending time with Sanjay and Adam, I became "nice" again...well, I mean, more patient with people.

So Today my friend San Jay went home (canada) and I´m alone again.

And I´m at that point where all I want to do is wait...wait to go back to home. But I know I¨ll be sick of it in a week or two. But still, I have this huge urge to wait.

So I´m going to keep myself busy. That´s what is nice about big cities, there is always something to do. But then I wonder...if we are always distracting ourselves (or entertaining ourselves)...are we living? If we never see the forest, are we connect with the earth? With God?

I love the city, but I´m not sure it´s good for me. I think that oftentimes we love the very things that will kill us. We love money. We love clothes. We hold love as a commodity...spending it on somethings and witholding it from others. When we want someone to change, we withold our love from them, thinking that, once they change, we´ll love them again. In the end, love should be treated like raingwater. Free-flowing and free for everyone. God doesn´t hold his love from anyone and He changes people all the time! (there´s a lot of info on this topic in the book Blue Like Jazz, which I´m borrowing to Nicki when I get home).

To conclude this chapter of my book of life-

Let´s love one another, shall we?

Besos...

Daniela

Lessons

pilgrim192 — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 02:43:00 GMT

1. I love tango!

2. I´m not ugly without makeup

3. Joy is fleeting

4. I can handle anything now that I have jumped off of a cliff. Really, nothing scares me that much anymore.

5. I need a routine

6. I am sort of a homebody and I´m not the average 20 yr old. There is nothing wrong with who I am.

7. I love lifting weights.

8. Spending time with friends is better than anything.

9. Food is a silly thing to be afraid of

10. I will always have enough money. I have faith in God. He will always provide me with what I need.

11. I am not anyone else (mom, sister, cousin, etc) and I don´t have anyone else´s body

12. never What-if your life away. just do it!

13. It´s important to dress up and look nice.

14. opposit thought-opposit action works.

15. I love living in the city.

Un Rompecorazon

pilgrim192 — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 02:34:00 GMT

Yesturday was my last class with my tango professor.

I was sad.

I hate liking someone who doesn´t like you back...but who does? Anyway, I´ll never see him again. I don´t think a relationship would have been possible,he´s re-not my personality-type. I was very physically attracted to him! I think I´ve been alone too long. I want to be touched by a human! I want a hug or a kiss or something! I don´t believe that humans are meant to be alone for long periods of time. Our souls need to interact.

Of course my mom tells me that he was too shy to ask me out (or gay), but sometimes, a guy just doesn´t like a girl and I have to accept it. (sigh)

man, i sound desperate! jajaja! You can tell, i´m a little homesick. Pobrecita.

tango update

pilgrim192 — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 03:12:00 GMT

tango

Gallery: buenos aires

pilgrim192 — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 02:49:00 GMT

Tai Chi and dinos

pilgrim192 — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 08:43:00 GMT

I was walking through the botanical garden the other day and I heard...ENGLISH!

Being the out-going nut that I am, I followed the sound and started chatting with two girls from England.

We were walking through the park and I saw a woman doing Tai Chi near a tree with two other women following her moves. I must have been staring too much because she invited me to join! Of course I did, and I invited the two english girls.

I´ve always wanted to do Tai Chi, and it was awesome! Sometimes I think that, as humans, we loose touch with nature.

Speaking of loosing touch with nature...

It was a rainy day yesturday. Not like pounding drops of rain, but misty and grey. I felt ugly. My mood often reflects the weather. Its really tricky to change my mood. A daily battle...

I walked up 8 huge, stone steps and entered the Science Museum. I am super excited! I thought. I have to pee! I always have to pee...even when I am not excited.

So I started my journey through the museum, backwards, because the bathrooms were on the first floor (meaning second floor in USA). The first room was stuffed (real) animals. I was especially mesmorized by the jaguar, the bats, and the mice.

The second and third rooms were full of reptiles and insects. They had a lot of the reptiles in jars with liquid, in order to preserve their bodies. I loved the frogs! The insects were a bit too much for me though. Just imagine a beetle the size of your HAND! AHHH! no thanks.

Then I saw a gigantic clam. It was beautiful...once again, nothing can compare to natural beauty!

Next there was an exhibit on Charles Darwin. They even had handwritten letters by Darwin himself! He studied human evolution from monkies. His story was interesting- he was going to school to become something religion-related. Then he was asked to go on a long boat journey. during this journey, he kept a journal and took notes on all the animals. It took him 20 years to gain the courage to publish his work and then he became a bit recluse and died (lonely). His theory is simple. Humans are related to nature. But just because we may have evolved from apes, doesnt mean there isn´t a God, God could have created different animals, but overtime, those animals do adapt and change.

Then...the BEST ROOM OF ALL!!! DINOSAUR BONES!! YES! holy cow, they were so freaking awesome and there were loads! I saw a long-neck and a T-REX head!

Al Final, a room full of living fish in small tanks. I felt so bad for them. But I didnt feel as bad about the stuff animals. I wonder if we will ever do this too humans. I guess we already do. When a prehistoric human is found, it´s put in a museum. Maybe aliens will do the same to us someday...yikes.

But honestly, it´s better to kill one animal for exhibition, than to cage hundreds for the rest of their lives. Its like the haloucaust but for animals...

I don´t like caged animals. I do like Tai-Chi.

I´m afraid to paint my fingernails

pilgrim192 — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 08:33:00 GMT

Time moves by slower here. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I dont. They don´t use a lot of electricity here. In my home, I have to light a match to start the gas stove, oven, and heater. Sometimes I let too much gas go and then it puffs up and scares me! I´m afraid to paint my fingernails because I´ve already burnt a nail (without polish)!

I probably spend the majority of my time in transport. That´s normal in big cities though.

I get home from school and after all my walking, I´m too pooped out to go to a Milonga or explore the city.

Darn.

Gallery: im a wreck, a shipwreck!

pilgrim192 — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 09:14:00 GMT

pto madryn

Gallery: my new friends, sealions

pilgrim192 — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 08:58:00 GMT

puerto madryn, patagonia

Abandon ship!

pilgrim192 — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 08:09:00 GMT

After the sealions, we headed toward our next destination: a 45-year-old shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. The older man and the boy were too cold, but I wasn´t willing to give up my opportunity, so off we went.

When we dropped the anchor, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"I´m BACK!"

It was fear. Next thing I knew he was standin over me, punching me in the stomache.

I was scared.

I MEAN SUPER SCARED.

I don´t know how to dive. What if I can not breath and I was too far at the bottom? What if I die?

NO! I WON´T "WHAT-IF" MY LIFE AWAY!

"Daniela, escuchame." The guide was talking to me.

He told me, when I went underwater, I had to keep the pressure equal in my body. I was going to do this by holding my nose shut and my mouth shut as well. Then after doing those things, I was going to try to "blow" air out of my nose and mouth (obviously, I can´t blow the air out). With the aire trapped, it goes out your ears...try it now if you want.

The guide put my flippers back on my feet and as he added weights to my stomache, I said.

"No quiero morir. Tengo miedo." I wasn´t smiling. I was very scared. I think I was more scared than I was when I jumped off of the mountain. I don´t like the idea of drowning.

"Tranquil" He said.

I didn´t smile. I couldn´t be calm!

He pushed me over the edge again.

He wrapped his legs around my waist and with the rope of the anchor, we started our desent. We went down about three feet, and I couldn´t do that ear-pop pressure thing.

I got scared. and Fear was waiting at the bottom. We went back up.

I don´t know if I can do this...

"Tranquil...." the guide said as we reached the top of the water and he started pulling me back down.

I´m not ready! Wait! He kept pulling. And my heartbeat rang through my head.

I didn´t have a choice, so I started praying. I tried the ear-pop thing and it worked this time. As my confidence grew, fear backed farther and farther away. Before I knew it, my leg his the ground. I saw tiny starfish and tons of clams at the bottom. The guide basically carried me around the ship for a VERY short amount of time (i think he thought I was scared still) and we came back up.

I have pictures from before and after the dive. Before, I look scared to death, but at the bottom, you can see the happiness in my eyes.

How many people have gone diving in Patagonia! SWEET!

Kissing Sealions - Puerto Madryn, Patagonia

pilgrim192 — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 07:35:00 GMT

OH MY GOSH! IT´s FREEZING! I thought as I tried to cover my body with my backpack. I looked around at the terrain from a door-less, top-less jeep. It looked exactly like the desert. Reminding me of Arizona.

What a lie. I thought. I´m freezing my pelotas off here!

I was sitting in the front, wearing a semi-wet diving suit and nothing else. The wind was fierce and bit at my face like one million piranhas.

The french man and his nephew where sitting in the backseat. When we first boarded the jeep, the older man put on one of the jackets he grabbed the other one and asked me if there was a third, i said no. But his nephew looked about 12 years old.

"Estoy bien." I said to him. As he took the jacket and gave it too the young boy.

Ugh, why was I so nice? I thought as I sat there freezing.

Finally, we arrived to the pebble-filled beach. As the small boat came toward the beach, I ran into the water because I didn´t want to give myself time to feel how cold it was...it didn´t work. It was freezing.

This is Patagonia afterall.

After a short, 10 minute boat ride, we arrived at our desination. The guide grabbed my foot.

What is he doing? "Que estas haciendo?" I asked.

He put the flipper on my cold, wet foot.

Oh, duh.

Oh, crap. I don´t know how to snorkel...I´ve never used fins before.

I got scared. I was trying to tell the guide I didn´t know how to snorkel.

He pushed me in. And I figured it out.

Off we went. Off to the cliffs. My heart raced as we approached our destination and forgot all about the cold water seeping into my diving suit.

GUESS WHAT WAS ON THE CLIFFS?

A COLONY OF SEALIONS!

yesssss....

And they were very friendly. Right away they swam up to me and started swimming around me. I started floating on my back (thanks Nicki, for teaching me how to do this when I was little) and one climbed on my stomache and nipped at my face.

I kissed him on the head!

This was one of the coolest things I have ever done! We played with the sealions for a while and when the little boy got cold we started swimming back.

Swimming back was much easier than swimming there. This time, I put my head down. Thus, I was able to snorkel back. The water below was like another world. I was mesmorized by the dozens of sealions I saw playing below me. I looked at the rocks and all of the life.

As humans, we often get so wrappe up in our lives, that we forget there are so many other lives to consider...so many other things to see.

I tried not to smile (very hard for me too do), because whenever I smiled, I somehow sniffed water into my nose. Don´t ask me how I do this stuff...I just do. So I smirked.

That´s when I saw the first one. It was right below my body and it´s translucent skin was like a window. I saw the rainbow colored lines inside of it´s body light up as the sun reflected off of them.

Then I saw another one...and another...and then hundreds more.

tiny JELLYFISH!

Arn´t these poisonous? What if we accidently swam into a herd of jellyfish?! I don´t want to die! I´m not ready to die!

Oh wow, they are so beautiful...I just want to touch one...

"OW!" I said, inhaling water as I spoke. My head hit the side of the boat.

"Jellyfish!" I said to the guide.

He knew some english and explained that they are in the jellyfish family, but arn´t poisonous.

So, I basically spent the morning playing with sealions in the wild.

Two jounal entries back, I wrote about going to the zoo in Buenos Aires. I was very sad that day. And I compared that feeling to today. A 180 degree difference. When I saw those caged animals (sealions), they looked sad. I could feel their sadness and I became sad and negative. But today, it was like I was a totally different person after seeing them. BECAUSE THEY WERE FREE AND HAPPY. So I felt the same.

Nature=Beauty.

So you think you can dance

pilgrim192 — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:32:00 GMT

I am super blessed.

beyond blessed!

The lady I live with, Yolie, goes to a tango lesson two times each week. She has one leg (she was hit by a bus five years ago) but dances really well.

She offered to take me to class with her.

But the day before class she wanted to show me someting. So we went on a walk. We went to Avenida 9 de Julio (the widest street in the world) and we walked to the obelisco (a famous monument in the middle of the street). I thought that was all she wanted to show me and then as we walked back to the bus stop on Avenida 9 de Julio, she stopped.

Is she OK? We´ve been walking a lot and I know it´s not easy for her. I went to grab her hand so we could walk and then she pointed to a HUGE theatre that said TANGO SHOW. On the sides of the theater were photos of tango dancers.

Wow! I thought. I´d love to see this! It´s got to be the best in the world if its on this street.

Then she pointed to a photo of a man and a woman dancing.

"Nuestro Professor." She said with a huge, proud smile on her face.

Did she just say what I think she said? No, I miss understood.ç

"Este hombre..." I pointed to the photo, "el va a enseñarnos esta noche?" My face was as white as a sheet.

"Si. He were be...our...teacher today." She said in broken english.

I looked up at the photo. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomache.

HOLY SH&%&! I´m going to be tought be one of the best tango dancers in the world.

00000000000000000000000000000 Later that Day 00000000000000000000000000

We walked into the orthopedic studio where Yolie´s lessons are held each week. My face felt hot and I knew I was sweating. I hadn´t even started dancing yet! I sat in a chair, trying to look calm, as we waited for our famous teacher, Marcos, to arrive.

Five minutes later, in strides a tall...TALL argentinian with a huge smile on his boy-like face. This was Marcos. At just 22, he had already traveled the world, dancing and teaching tango.

Our first dance was horrible, I was a ball of nerves. But with time, it was easier and easier to dance with him. I hate to admit it, but I am a little attracted to him, so that doesn´t help at all. When we dance, I can´t see over his shoulder so I am forced to look at his broad, strong chest. I can see his heart beat vibrations in the vains on his neck and I just want to kiss him. Tango is a very sensual dance...

Can you believe how lucky I am?

THANK YOU GOD!

The Paris of South America

pilgrim192 — Tue, 7 Jul 2009 00:21:00 GMT

I arrived in Buenos Aires and was awed by how big it is. Thank God for subways! I practically live in el subte. I take it too and from class everyday.

Last weekend, I went to the famous cemetary in Recoleta. It was like a little village for dead people. There are rows and rows of small buildings that house dead persons. This cemetary is where many of the famous and most important people were buried. Some of the tombs had windows and doors. I found one door that was not locked and I tried to open it (of course...am I asking to be arrested or what?) but couldn´t, so I peeked inside and saw furniture and stuff. It reminded me of Egyptian tombs with tons of gold. I guess people think they can bring material things with them when they pass over...maybe they can? But why would you want to... I went by myself and it was getting dark so I didn´t spend too much time there.

So, I think I figured out how the bus system works...

pilgrim192 — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:54:00 GMT

I woke up early Monday morning and, because this is my last week in Cordoba, I wanted to head toward el centro (downtown) early in order to complete last-minute tasks.

I unlocked and opened the front dooor. Turned around and locked it again from the outside then left through the large wrought-iron gate in front of the house (there are robbers here). I paused and felt the cool morning air prick my cheecks. I sniffed, struggling not to have a runny nose. I knew that my face looked snow-white (as it always does in the morning), with a bright red nose (it's cold), my eyes where puffy and almost closed shut. The day before, I ate a lot of yogurt and I have a slight intolerance to lactose. Therefore, I had a stuffy nose and puffy eyes and a lot of mucus in my sinuses the next day.

Shivering, I walked to the bus stop and waited. I swayed, putting weight on one leg and then the other. I hunched my shoulders up in order to cover my kneck and ears.

The first bus that came to a stop was Bus "C."

I've only ever taken Bus C4 to get to el centro. One day, while I was waiting at the bus stop in el centro, my host mom told me that I could take bus "C" to return home.

I've always thought that buses go in circles. It makes sense right? They all end up on the same route?

If bus "C" takes me home from el centro, then I'm sure it goes to el centro from my house. But I'm not sure...but I'm freezing.

The bus came to a stop in front of me. I had to make a quick decesion (a tough job for a Libra). What the heck. I thought as I stepped on the bus.

I took a seat really close to the front. My whole body felt tired. Normally, I stand on the bus because older people sit, but I think all that yogurt just made me feel like a sack of flour. I couldn't stand.

We took a different path then I was used to, but Cordoba is a large city, there are plenty of ways to get to el centro.

15 minutes pass...

I'm usually at el centro by now. I thought. Oh well, this is nice. It's like...like a free tour of Cordoba!...witout a guide. I looked out at all of the houses, it all looked the same to me. I was bored, but so tired that I didn't care.

I started to daydream about my future. I often do this in cars.

More time passes...

For the past few minutes the bus driver kept looking at me in his mirror. What is his deal? Ugh, he better not be checking me out. I can't take any more of that!

When the passenger in front of me leaves the bus, I snap back to reality (like the eminem song). I looked at my watch.

45 minutes had passed since I boarded the bus. No need to freak out right? I mean, Cordoba is the second largest city in Argentina.

For the first time, I turned my head around.

Empty.

I was alone on a huge, empty bus.

I looked outside. This definatly wasn't el centro. This neighborhood looked run-down. The only people in sight looked more indigenous than what I was used to. I realized that more European-looking people tend to live in el centro and more indigenous-looking people live in the outskirts.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and didn't need to turn around to know what was behind me...

F-E-A-R.

He beat me on the head with a huge log. But this time, I was ready! I faught back...

FEAR, SHUT UP! He sulked off into the corner.

The next item on my agenda was to get to el centro. I approached the bus driver.

"Vas el centro?"

He had an expression on his face that screamed: are you an idiot?

"No"

Great. Now what? I don't have any money, just my credit card. I can't use that in a Taxi. I felt my heart pounded faster in my chest. I exhaled a huge amount of air and composed myself. I need to look at my options. A-I can ask the driver where el centro is and try to walk it...probably takes about 5 hours from here. B-Kindly ask the driver to drive me to the center...yeah right. C-Walk until I see a taxi, then ask the taxi-driver to drive me to the center for free. There are nice people all over the world...someone has to help me. Option C is the best.

"Tengo que tomar un taxi." I said, as I looked out the window. There where no taxi's in sight.

"No hay." Fear started creeping toward me again. The driver pointed to a spot on the side of the road where a group of women stood with their children. "Tomate collectivo C5."

I think he meant that Bus C5 will take me from this, unmarked bus-stop, to el centro. I have faith God. I know everything will be alright.

I stepped off the bus and crossed the street. In less than 5 minutes bus C5 rounded the corner. I got on and took another 45-minute bus ride to el centro.

Apparently, buses don't run in circles...just so you know.

Can I steal 3 minutes from you?

pilgrim192 — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 14:42:00 GMT

This was only my third tango lesson. Remember, there are no steps in tango. You just dance with the music and your soul. My teacher says I'm a natural :)

Not bad for someone who is normally a klutz! I hope you enjoy...

Giselle and awkward situations...

pilgrim192 — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:51:00 GMT

I went to another show at the San Martin Theatre. It's a very old production called Giselle (originating in Paris). I watched the second act. Oh it was LOVELY!

Afterward, I was walking down the steps of the theatre when my tango professor said hola!

He was walking the same way, so we headed off together and talked about how great the production was. Then he asked if I wanted to grab something to eat.

This isn't a date. I don't think. No, of course not, he's more than twice my age. Duh, just food.

"Si." I responded.

Over pizza and wine we talked about dancing and our lives. Then things got strange. He kept complimenting me, but then he wouldn't stop. The whole night. Then...he told me I was sexy.

Uhhhh, what?

Yeah. awkward.

So he insisted on taking the cab ride with me home. I realized he was interested in me. I'm not interested in him like that.

tomorrow I have tango class. I think he is unprofessional and shouldn't have crossed that line, but I've already paid for classes. Please, God, don't let things be weird.

Seriously the men here are STRANGE!

Men and mate...random entry

pilgrim192 — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:37:00 GMT

I'll keep this one short:

1-the men here are BEAUTIFUL! But many are pigs. Each day (EACH AND EVERY DAY) men say things to me on the street. Some things are nice, some are vulgur, and many are whistles. Sometimes...Most of the time, I want to turn around and yell: STOP! IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING, I SWEAR I'LL POP YOU IN THE FACE! But that would only make it worse, so I do what the other girls here do. I ignore them.

It's annoying and unpleasant. But it's interesting at the same time. In America, women...well in my opionion, women aren't complimented enough and the media gives us role models who are unrealistic. Anyway, girls aren't often told that they look nice, etc. But here, it's the other end of the spectrum. There needs to be a balance. (i'm a libra, can you tell?)

2- MATE. The elixor of life. I wanted to share this with you. MATE is AMAZING! It's a herb that people drink here (like 5 times a day). It's better than anything. it's the national drink of Argentina. Basically, it's changed my life. It helps me concentrate, gives me energy without jitters (I can't handle coffe), and clairity. i'm a yerba mate freak now. I carry it around with me :) more info here:

http://www.guayaki.com/index.php?p=health

Here's to your health!

Europe in Argentina? uh...Como?

pilgrim192 — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:19:00 GMT

I think Europe is very romantic. I liked visiting Germany two years ago, but I felt lonely a lot because it's just so romantic. In my opinion, the best was to experience Europe is with a love.

Well, La Cumbrecita is a very European town. It was like being in old fashioned Germany. Very cute, very touristy, very family-oriented, very…romantic. I’m sola-don’t want to be around love-stuff at this time. No thanks hombre.

So I felt lonely a bit while I walked around the town. I also missed my family more than normal. I think it’s because my ancestors (like many people’s ) were from Europe and it makes me think of my home. My mom’s yummy saurkrout (it’s from a can, but that’s not the point).

After rappelling, we started to walk back to town. Then the guia stopped.

What’s going on? He pointed to the sky and said a whole bunch of Spanish words, quickly.

I got the point and sat.

10 minutes later, the sun set over the mountains. Beauty. Pure, natural, God-made beauty. Nothing can top it.

When I finally got back to town, it was getting dark quickly. I am a mujer and sola. Not safe. So I started wondering around looking for the hostel. There was only one in the whole town, so I knew it couldn’t be too hard to find…I was wrong. A little over one hour later, I climbed on the top bunk (two other girls from Buenos Aires where staying in my room too). I could have fell asleep at that point, but my stomach wouldn’t let me.

Ugh. Mad, I sat up in my bed. Why do I always have to be hungry when I'm tired?

I jumped off of the top bunk (no ladder of course). I unzipped my backpack and pulled out a can of tuna. I didn't have much money left over from both rappelling and the hostel. This will have to do. I schlepped into the kitchen and rummaged around for a can opener. No hay.

They had something similar to a can opener. Actually, it's really not similar, but I figured it out (after 45 minutes of trying and spilling fish juice on my pants...lovely). As I ate, I thought about what I was going to do the next day. I couldn't do much without dinero. I'd walk around town (about two hours of walking and seeing the cool stuff that everyone sees here) and then I guess I'd go home. I was a little bummed because I wanted more adventure, but it just wasn't meant to be.

On my way back to my room, I glanced at the coffee table. It had piles of brochures on it. I couldn't see well (the lights didn't work), so I picked up a brochure. A small piece of paper fell out of it and into my other free hand.

God works in mysterious ways...

A free admission ticket to a theme park literally fell into my hand.

The next morning I bounced out of bed with a spring in my step! I'm blessed!

I walked around town and avoided all the shops like a plague. With my map, I visited the waterfalls and other "touristy" spots. Then I headed toward the theme park. It's winter here, so it was pretty dead at the park. There wasn't much to do, but they did have a map for people who wanted to trek.

I knew it wasn't the safest thing to do, but I am not going to live my life too scared to take chances. There's too much that is missed when people do that. So I trekked in the forest of the sierras for about 1.5 hours ( I walked fast) and caught a bus home (just in the knick of time).

Overall, it was a great weekend! I spent a lot of time alone, but I made friends (my roomates) and God was definatly with me the whole time. I could feel Him. So I guess I really wasn't alone was I?

besos.

Gallery: la cumbrecita

pilgrim192 — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:12:00 GMT