Things I’ve done too much of -

Worn the same two changes of clothes over and over again

Sniffed my clothes to see if I can wear them again. More often than not, I ended up with a plaque clear­ing, head shak­ing “woah.”

Eaten din­ner alone. ( I won­der if it’s related to wear­ing the same clothes over and over again. )

Watched bad, mind­less TV in my hotel room. I knew it was time to go when I came across a Fran Drescher (The Beau­ti­cian and the Beast) movie, and I WATCHED IT!!

Solitaire

Peru

Chicken with french fries. Every­body eats chicken with french fries out­side of Brazil and Argentina. And when you can find some­thing else, you almost always get french fries.

Bad cof­fee.

Things I haven’t done enough of -

Learned enough Span­ish or Portuguese

Seen enough of the world, specif­i­cally, Brazil, Argentina and Chile.

Lan Peru

Seen enough Brazil­ian beaches, specif­i­cally bikinis.

Started a rev­o­lu­tion in Bolivia, becom­ing El Pres­i­dente. I was sick the entire time I was there, restrict­ing my polit­i­cal goals.

Law and Order and CSI — Las Vegas. I’ve got­ten kind of addicted to these shows, I’m hate to admit. I haven’t watched hour long TV shows since “Hill Street Blues.” Then again, the other option was well, star­ing at the walls.

Taken enough pictures.

Brazil­ian steak houses.

Argen­tinean steak houses.

Things I’ve learned…

Seat­tle is the great­est city I’ve come across. Buenos Aires was pretty nice, and I could prob­a­bly have been talked into liv­ing there. But Seat­tle has it all — geeks, dif­fer­ent cul­tures, art, music, fast and free inter­net access, moun­tains, CSI and Law and Order, pasty women (wait — strike that.) and gadgets.

Amer­ica leads the world in bath­room tech­nol­ogy. Granted the Japan­ese have a pretty good lock on the toi­lets, but they can’t com­pete with our whole pack­age — shower and toi­let. I start my show­ers now with a rous­ing “Star Span­gled Ban­ner”, a salute, and occa­sion­ally a tear.

I’m tired of being sin­gle. I’ve seen a lot of really cool stuff, but I want some­one to share it with. I have this to refer too, but it’s not the same. The times spent with Louis were some of the best time of my trip, and a large part of it was there was some­one to talk to. I don’t think I’m going to take a trip alone again.

I like my coun­try more now than I did before. I mean I liked it before, but now, I think it’s even cooler. Espe­cially the show­ers, and the soft, soft toi­let paper that you flush away.

Peo­ple in the US are hor­ri­ble dri­vers. I didn’t see bad dri­vers any­where in Latin Amer­ica. The only wreck I saw was in Buenos Aires, where, inci­den­tally, they are the most polite (no horns, respected pedes­tri­ans, etc.)

I’ll go back to Argentina.

I still can’t grow a beard.