Kenny and Pablo are both in their 30's and I'm like their little sister. Kenny has told me to decorate my house anyway I choose. You wanna paint the walls, go ahead. You wanna hang things up, go ahead. Whatever you want. Last night he brought me home some chocolates because he knows I like them. Pablo brought me home leftovers from a delicious dinner he made, because he knew I wasn't at the hotel for dinner. Earlier, he played some Jack Johnson songs for me on guitar, smiling at me with his big buddha smile. I generally hate Jack Johnson, but Pablo makes me like him. He's that kind of guy. He shows me pictures of his 5-month-old daughter. She looks exactly like him.
This morning, we had to bring the bike back to the hotel, and it wouldn't fit in the trunk. So Pablo stuck his arm out the window, and held the bike up along the side of the car. We hooked it to the roof with one bungee cord, and away we drove. Kenny bought us empanadas for breakfast on the way.
3 comments:
Wonderful. I'm so happy for you. xox
Rachel, did you name your blog after ze who must not be named....... ? http://wesleying.org/2010/11/19/eight-day-of-the-week-aka-dke-dy/
Also, this is really fun and exciting :) . !
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