Yesterday, April 2nd, when we were walking around downtown, there were a whole bunch of organized protests of different interest groups walking around the city. Some protested tourism, some mafia enterprise controlling the campesino lifestyle, some the unfair wages of engineers versus other trades. It was pretty intense at some points, and at least ten riot police fully clad in riot gear accompanied every group of paraders. We don't know if it ever escalated to the point of violence, but the potential was there for sure. Afterward, we crashed around all over Cuzco and the plazas to get our bearings and the guys patiently waited for me while I got the best haircut of my life. A sweet girl named Maria buzzed me really well and did the whole shaving cream, straight razor and aftershave routine. Ahh, like a million bucks now! We walked around looking for some manual bike horns to buy so we can combat all the incessant taxi honking, but there doesn't seem to be a bike shop anywhere near us. Phooey.
When it was time to get back to the hostal because night was coming and the weather was turning sour, we stopped and got a GIANT gallon jug of wine for about $7.00 and another bottle of the good stuff for about$6.00. Right as we left, BOOM! The thunderstorm and rain started. I've never seen rain come down so hard in my entire life, and we had to run about five blocks through it to the Hostal Miracle Inn where we're staying. Completely soaked, we got inside and took off the wet shirts to warm ourselves up with some vino. Every single second (at least!) for about two hours, there were lightning strikes. I'm not kidding even a little bit, it was at least one per second for two hours amidst the hail and thick sheets of rain. While enjoying the storm, we listened to music and got a bit saucy on the Kool-Aid sweet wine. I was in the middle of a heated dance session, and doing some floorwork breakdancing when the hostal owner's daughter knocked on the door. She's a nice gal named Milagros (Miracles) who explained how to get to Machu Picchu the quickest and the cheapest possible way. Reassured by her explanation, we continued to goof off and finally went to bed at a reasonable hour, for a change.
Today, I woke up super early because of an unexplained 5:00 AM rush hour outside our window and couldn't get back to sleep. So I found a gym within a block of the hostal and busted a nice sweat (appeasing my addiction to exercise for at least another day or two) in peace. The people there stared at me like an alien, I think because of how much weight I was putting up compared to the average Peruvian guy. I had to scrounge weights from all over the place to get my level right. Anyhow, feeling much better I let myself back into the hostal room and the other two were just getting up. We cruised off to the first supermarket we could find, called the Mega, to get some trail food for the trip to Machu Picchu tomorrow. It was pretty expensive, which surprised us. We then wandered for a little while and found the most AMAAAZING place just down the street from the Hostal Miracles. A small and nondiscreet doorway bloomed into a bustling street market with unrealistically cheap food and wares, and there were a dozen restaurants that served a huge plate of food for two Soles! That's about $0.65 US. We chatted for a while with some Israeli tourists next to us while we stuffed our faces with fried fish, rice and noodles, salad, and baked potato wedges with vegetables, and then bought a bunch of veggies and peppers for the trek tomorrow.
And now sitting in the internet cafe, or as we call it, the Webernet Hut. The guys are itchy to go have another adventure, so I'm outta here. Thanks for listening, as as always, Hush Hush.
Love to all, wish us luck on the Incan Trail tomorrow and I'll take some photos there. Andy got his camera stolen two days ago in Arequipa, so my crummy little camera will have to suffice.
Chau, brad
riots crashin round haircut storm rain lightning spaz to talk with Milagros, hoy Mega then cheap market
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Lleguemos en Cuzcooooooo
After a ten-hour bus ride following a three-hour wait in a bus station hellhole following a two-hour walk in the sun to the station, we're in CUZCO! The bus ride was crazy, but I managed to drift in and out enough to have energy for today, at least until ciesta. The guys, no. They're pretty haggard, so it's mealtime and then nap time. The bus needed lots of internal repair on bulkheads and rivets and such, and so consequently it was very loud with rattles all night. There was a fanatical guy talking to our Israeli buddy from the last hostal for probably three hours about cryptically biblical references. In Spanish, the language that Stav doesn't really speak. After a while, I offered to tell the guy to stuff himself and quiet down, but Stav instead just put in headphones and started reading. That got the point across pretty well. I sat next to a really cool dude named Martín (like my best friend), also Peruvian, who studies linguistics just like me! So I had a cool elaborate conversation about the pros and cons of Spanish and literature and whatever else.
Upon arriving at the bus station in Cuzco at about 8:00, I found that I have this GIANT spider bite on the insole of my left foot. Presumably it's a spider bite, although I've had my boots on for the last two days, so who knows how it got there. It's a pretty fierce size and I've had to cut and drain it a few times. Oh well, keep it clean, dress it, and gut it out I guess.
The city is fabulous so far. We've only been here for about 4 hours, but it's very clean, it contains ancient and unbelievably exquisite architecture, and it's much cooler in the daytime because of the altitude and how much more green it is. Obviously, it's a tourist law that we see Machu Picchu, so we're off to compare prices and timing within the next three days or so. The city is really fun to navigate, and there are plenty of steep streets, open plazas, beautifully manicured terraced yards and courtyards, ancient cobblestone roads, and cultural reminders that this city used to be the center of the Incan Empire. Until Pizarro smashed it into rubble following an Incan revolt. Nevertheless, we're sure to have fun and hopefully change the vibes for Arequipa.
I wish my camera were better. The architecture here was accomplished with little more than rock tools and hammers, and there are some 10 ton bricks sealed together with PERFECT seams and no mortar or concrete. It boggles the mind how these people assembled such a magnificent and enormous mass of buildings without cranes, jackhammers, concrete, or electricity. Unfortunately, I know that a wealth of 20,000 slaves is how it all came to be. Irregardless, it's a treat to be here and I'll take all the photos I can. Shoot, I better start to upload them, too. It's not confirmed yet, but Andy may have lost his camera today. ATM card, and then camera. Maybe he needs a new filing system.
Internet's running out and it's lunch time. I'm tempted to eat some cuy here, which is guinea pig. Probably not for lunch today, since it's a sort of delicacy, but this week. I don't think I'd be grossed out, even though it's a rodent. I've already eaten parrot, snake, and llama on this trip. Why not a cute, furry oversized mouse? It reminds me of that South Park Episode about the Peruvian flute bands and the guinea spiders. Hollah, anybody who knows that one. Or two, I guess.
I'm rummy from lack of food, so this blog's O-vaaaaah. Hope y'all enjoyed it, and I'll be sure to hit it again and again and again and again until I come home.
Live in love, gente.
Brad
Upon arriving at the bus station in Cuzco at about 8:00, I found that I have this GIANT spider bite on the insole of my left foot. Presumably it's a spider bite, although I've had my boots on for the last two days, so who knows how it got there. It's a pretty fierce size and I've had to cut and drain it a few times. Oh well, keep it clean, dress it, and gut it out I guess.
The city is fabulous so far. We've only been here for about 4 hours, but it's very clean, it contains ancient and unbelievably exquisite architecture, and it's much cooler in the daytime because of the altitude and how much more green it is. Obviously, it's a tourist law that we see Machu Picchu, so we're off to compare prices and timing within the next three days or so. The city is really fun to navigate, and there are plenty of steep streets, open plazas, beautifully manicured terraced yards and courtyards, ancient cobblestone roads, and cultural reminders that this city used to be the center of the Incan Empire. Until Pizarro smashed it into rubble following an Incan revolt. Nevertheless, we're sure to have fun and hopefully change the vibes for Arequipa.
I wish my camera were better. The architecture here was accomplished with little more than rock tools and hammers, and there are some 10 ton bricks sealed together with PERFECT seams and no mortar or concrete. It boggles the mind how these people assembled such a magnificent and enormous mass of buildings without cranes, jackhammers, concrete, or electricity. Unfortunately, I know that a wealth of 20,000 slaves is how it all came to be. Irregardless, it's a treat to be here and I'll take all the photos I can. Shoot, I better start to upload them, too. It's not confirmed yet, but Andy may have lost his camera today. ATM card, and then camera. Maybe he needs a new filing system.
Internet's running out and it's lunch time. I'm tempted to eat some cuy here, which is guinea pig. Probably not for lunch today, since it's a sort of delicacy, but this week. I don't think I'd be grossed out, even though it's a rodent. I've already eaten parrot, snake, and llama on this trip. Why not a cute, furry oversized mouse? It reminds me of that South Park Episode about the Peruvian flute bands and the guinea spiders. Hollah, anybody who knows that one. Or two, I guess.
I'm rummy from lack of food, so this blog's O-vaaaaah. Hope y'all enjoyed it, and I'll be sure to hit it again and again and again and again until I come home.
Live in love, gente.
Brad
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
April Fool's Day, leaving Arequipa
Although this town is probably pretty cool, the vibes so far lead us to believe we don't belong here. Andy's bad luck, the lack of bars and the inability to camp for free are enough to scare us off. The plaza here and the people we've met in the hostal are EXCELLENT, but we're off on a bus to Cuzco or somewhere nearby today. We haven't yet walked to the bus station to buy tickets, but that's the plan.
Last night was a GREAT night. After tooling around all day searching for cold beer and helping Andy to perk up from losing his money and his ATM card, we made it back to the hostal with 3 liters of beer each and started drinking. We played a myriad of classical and chamber music while carrying on, which attracted one hostal guest after another. Another beer run later, we had a group of probably 15 others hanging out with us. There was a great couple from Greece named Antones and Evita, two great peeps from Holland named Diane and Tim, two 20 year old German girls named Charlotte and Lara, a guy named Ben, another guy, Mike, a third guy, Greg, the only other American there, a delightfully pretty girl named Candle, and other wanderers in and out of our circle. They all followed suit and bought beers to return to the hostal, so we all got saucy and loud together LATE into the night. At one point, Pat grabbed his bottle of whole jabañero peppers, the hottest on earth, and Greg, Ben, Pat and I all ate one whole. It's not exactly a pleasurable experience, more like getting slapped on a fresh sunburn in your mouth, but it sure livened up the party! Then, three of us figured, well we already ate one, let's do it again. And then eventually we ate a third! So, 10 jabañeros later, we were all spiced up and feeling brave. THEN, an earthquake hit and we all felt it simultaneously! Amazing, simply a charmed night. Great bonding experience with people all over the world. Makes me thrilled to be alive.
The guys all went off to bed and Candle and I talked for a few hours. She had a bus to catch today very early and wanted to make it an all-nighter, so I kept her company until the ol' eyelids began to droop. Then bedtime.
Now I'm off, time to end the transmission. We're all fired up to get back on the road, even if the bus ride is loud and hot. With any luck, we'll be in Cuzco within the day.
Thanks for reading, y'all come back now, hear?
Brad to the BONE
Last night was a GREAT night. After tooling around all day searching for cold beer and helping Andy to perk up from losing his money and his ATM card, we made it back to the hostal with 3 liters of beer each and started drinking. We played a myriad of classical and chamber music while carrying on, which attracted one hostal guest after another. Another beer run later, we had a group of probably 15 others hanging out with us. There was a great couple from Greece named Antones and Evita, two great peeps from Holland named Diane and Tim, two 20 year old German girls named Charlotte and Lara, a guy named Ben, another guy, Mike, a third guy, Greg, the only other American there, a delightfully pretty girl named Candle, and other wanderers in and out of our circle. They all followed suit and bought beers to return to the hostal, so we all got saucy and loud together LATE into the night. At one point, Pat grabbed his bottle of whole jabañero peppers, the hottest on earth, and Greg, Ben, Pat and I all ate one whole. It's not exactly a pleasurable experience, more like getting slapped on a fresh sunburn in your mouth, but it sure livened up the party! Then, three of us figured, well we already ate one, let's do it again. And then eventually we ate a third! So, 10 jabañeros later, we were all spiced up and feeling brave. THEN, an earthquake hit and we all felt it simultaneously! Amazing, simply a charmed night. Great bonding experience with people all over the world. Makes me thrilled to be alive.
The guys all went off to bed and Candle and I talked for a few hours. She had a bus to catch today very early and wanted to make it an all-nighter, so I kept her company until the ol' eyelids began to droop. Then bedtime.
Now I'm off, time to end the transmission. We're all fired up to get back on the road, even if the bus ride is loud and hot. With any luck, we'll be in Cuzco within the day.
Thanks for reading, y'all come back now, hear?
Brad to the BONE
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Today, March 31st
Day One in Arequipa. The breakfast was delicious and we woke up nice and early. There are a bunch of nice gringos here from the UK, Sweden, and the US, so we've been hitting it off really well so far. I prefer the locals, but what can one do? Our bunk mate is a cool guy named Stav from Israel. He just finished his mandatory military service and is crashing around the ol' Sudamérica to blow off some steam and some money.
However, there is some pretty bad news today for Andy. During the bus ride, one of the cops took all our passports off the bus to "process" them, which we basically interpreted as wasting time to feel important. He returned them, of course, but Andy came up missing a 100 Sol bill today and he thinks the cop took it. No way can we go back and verify that of course, he's just out about $35. Pretty crummy luck. Lesson learned, I guess. He keeps all his large bills and credit cards and stuff in the passport, which is, in my opinion, something to keep separate. But we feel real bad for him anyway. THEN, this morning, he discovered that between yesterday and today, he lost his ATM card. It likely fell out of his pocket on the bus, he thinks, and is basically without a way to withdraw money as they don't accept Wells Fargo cards here as far as we know. We're trying to fanangle a way to maybe transfer his money into my account via Bank of America, and then I can withdraw for him with my card. But of course, it requires extra work to cancel the previous card, possibly try to get a temporary one issued, and screw around with the internet process. Poor Andy, he's pretty bummed. However, it's not a total loss: he didn't lose his passport and it's not like he lost money, just the method to withdraw it. So we'll get him all squared away today, as well as finding the campsite in which we want to camp for a few days, get me a haircut, and explore the city.
Arequipa, so far, seems pretty cool, especially in the daytime. The drivers are nuts, the streets are full and lively, there is an AMAZING old plaza in the middle of town, pretty girls are exceptionally common and exceptionally pretty, and everything is dirt cheap. We love it so far. I'm off now to help Andy rectify the crappy bank situation with my Spanish and then we'll get some food and take a walk.
Love to all, wait for the next post. Chau
Brad
However, there is some pretty bad news today for Andy. During the bus ride, one of the cops took all our passports off the bus to "process" them, which we basically interpreted as wasting time to feel important. He returned them, of course, but Andy came up missing a 100 Sol bill today and he thinks the cop took it. No way can we go back and verify that of course, he's just out about $35. Pretty crummy luck. Lesson learned, I guess. He keeps all his large bills and credit cards and stuff in the passport, which is, in my opinion, something to keep separate. But we feel real bad for him anyway. THEN, this morning, he discovered that between yesterday and today, he lost his ATM card. It likely fell out of his pocket on the bus, he thinks, and is basically without a way to withdraw money as they don't accept Wells Fargo cards here as far as we know. We're trying to fanangle a way to maybe transfer his money into my account via Bank of America, and then I can withdraw for him with my card. But of course, it requires extra work to cancel the previous card, possibly try to get a temporary one issued, and screw around with the internet process. Poor Andy, he's pretty bummed. However, it's not a total loss: he didn't lose his passport and it's not like he lost money, just the method to withdraw it. So we'll get him all squared away today, as well as finding the campsite in which we want to camp for a few days, get me a haircut, and explore the city.
Arequipa, so far, seems pretty cool, especially in the daytime. The drivers are nuts, the streets are full and lively, there is an AMAZING old plaza in the middle of town, pretty girls are exceptionally common and exceptionally pretty, and everything is dirt cheap. We love it so far. I'm off now to help Andy rectify the crappy bank situation with my Spanish and then we'll get some food and take a walk.
Love to all, wait for the next post. Chau
Brad
March 30th, from Arica to Arequipa, Perú
We got up at a good hour and packed up, real exciting stuff. Our favorite nearby empanada shop was open and we got stuffed with amazing and cheap empanadas. Then, Pat had the idea that we all three split a giant ice cream cake. It was so unbelievably delicious that it almost dropped us into comas, and it was all the more rewarding because of the price: 1700 Chilean pesos, which comes to less than THREE dollars! Awesome. Our bus departed at 1:00 pm, so we checked out of the Residencial Real and took the one and a half mile walk to the bus station. Weird things happened when we got there. The lady that had sold us the tickets the day before was extremely nice and well-informed, and she instructed us to meet her at one at her ticket booth. However, upon arriving, a guy immediately singled us out and started telling us that he was our ride to Arequipa. He also had a cohort, and the way they immediately approached us and began to hurry us through the process of getting outside to the terminal seemed like a scam. I stood my ground and said, "no, we're waiting for the lady at 1:00," which made my distrust of the situation apparent to them. They seemed to not want us showing our tickets to the ticket counter in charge of the original lady's busses for the day, which further riled my suspicions. THEN, they said it was a car taking us to the Peruvian border, so we figured these dudes were trained to find dumb gringos and scam them. However, we talked to enough officials and ticket counter people and learned that the guys were actually on the level and that they knew who we were because of the nice lady's explicit instructions. So, much ado about nothing after all, but it's always best to be safe and certain.
Okay, so THEN we got all squared away and got our ride in a run down Chevy Caprice from a super nice chofer named Adolfo. He took us through all the customs and paperwork nonsense to a small city inside Perú called Tacna. There, we caught a bus and got our first taste of Peruvian money, called Soles (suns), Peruvian foods and Peruvian Spanish. Which, by the way, is WAY easier to understand than Chilean. The bus ride after that took about 6 or 7 hours, and basically sucked. The AC didn't work, so it was utterly stifling in the upper deck where we were. No joke, it was probably 100 degrees for the first two or three hours. Plus many needless stops, more luggage checks, rude cops, smelly passengers, a teenage idiot next to us with a myriad of annoying tics and habits, the inability to take our shoes off due to bus regulations, prohibition of eating on the bus (which we violated anyway), and the forced viewing of bootleg versions of all 3 The Mummy movies followed by The Scorpion King. I like the first two Mummy movies, but they were dubbed in crummy Spanish and blaring down on us from the nearby speaker. However, we had the front row, which entails a great view of the road in front of us and more leg room. We gutted it out and had some laughs, arriving finally at the Arequipa bus station at about 10:00 pm. Everything is SUPER cheap in Perú so far, and we each got a nice big burger for less than a dollar each and chatted it up with some cute bus attendant ladies hanging out. Although we preferred to walk, as we'd been sitting all day and also wanted to burn off the calroies from eating empanadas, ice cream cake, sweets, and burgers all day, a pushy taxi driver outside told us that it was kind of dangerous between the bus station and our hostal. So, fine, we paid him 4 Soles, and it's 3 Soles per US Dollar, and he took us to El Hostal Home Sweet Home. Hehehe. It's only 18 Soles a night including a breakfast of crepes, eggs, toast and coffee, and we've met some super cool people there already.
Okay, so THEN we got all squared away and got our ride in a run down Chevy Caprice from a super nice chofer named Adolfo. He took us through all the customs and paperwork nonsense to a small city inside Perú called Tacna. There, we caught a bus and got our first taste of Peruvian money, called Soles (suns), Peruvian foods and Peruvian Spanish. Which, by the way, is WAY easier to understand than Chilean. The bus ride after that took about 6 or 7 hours, and basically sucked. The AC didn't work, so it was utterly stifling in the upper deck where we were. No joke, it was probably 100 degrees for the first two or three hours. Plus many needless stops, more luggage checks, rude cops, smelly passengers, a teenage idiot next to us with a myriad of annoying tics and habits, the inability to take our shoes off due to bus regulations, prohibition of eating on the bus (which we violated anyway), and the forced viewing of bootleg versions of all 3 The Mummy movies followed by The Scorpion King. I like the first two Mummy movies, but they were dubbed in crummy Spanish and blaring down on us from the nearby speaker. However, we had the front row, which entails a great view of the road in front of us and more leg room. We gutted it out and had some laughs, arriving finally at the Arequipa bus station at about 10:00 pm. Everything is SUPER cheap in Perú so far, and we each got a nice big burger for less than a dollar each and chatted it up with some cute bus attendant ladies hanging out. Although we preferred to walk, as we'd been sitting all day and also wanted to burn off the calroies from eating empanadas, ice cream cake, sweets, and burgers all day, a pushy taxi driver outside told us that it was kind of dangerous between the bus station and our hostal. So, fine, we paid him 4 Soles, and it's 3 Soles per US Dollar, and he took us to El Hostal Home Sweet Home. Hehehe. It's only 18 Soles a night including a breakfast of crepes, eggs, toast and coffee, and we've met some super cool people there already.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Last day in Arica
Tomorrow we have a 1:00 pm bus that will fly us to Arequipa, Perú. Including a border customs check that will probably take about two hours, it should be about ten hours on the road. Which of course puts us into town pretty late. Gonna be a LONG one tomorrow. But whatever, no pain no gain. Tonight we're going to hang out downtown after packing up and have a relatively crazy night. No real reason to get up early tomorrow. Just to eat and walk to the bus station, then hurry up and wait for ten hours.
Yesterday was a day to remember. The keyboard I'm on REALLY sucks, so I'll make it brief. After a restful all-night bus from San Pedro, we got to the pyramid-shaped bus station and consulted the city map and Lonely Planet book to find a good hostal. Showers were badly needed. We walked pretty far in the noon heat with our heavy bags to a hostal that doesn't exist, then found another one nearby for pretty cheap and settled in. After eating the BEST seafood empanadas in the known universe, we took our first ciesta. The beaches in this city are all covered in giant wave-breaking concrete structures, so we walked all over looking for a good one. Finally, we (apparently) "snuck" into a yacht club where they had a cool little lagoon and swam there. There was a giant open gate into this unguarded relaxed area, so we just strolled in. But when we walked out, it was apparent that it was a members-only place and we got some intense looks. Pretty funny. Then back to the hostal for showers (thank god) and the second ciesta. Then we were hungry again, so off to buy some food and some new shorts for Andy, as his old ones were all messed up. We saw great stuff and met some cool folks. We're practically celebrities here and I just eat it up. Really fun. For dinner, we cooked up some delicious sausage and bread with sauce, then split a big box of wine and took off again. I'm sure my grandparents won't like to hear it, but hey, I'm on vacation. By this point, we were quite hammered and every little thing became infinitely more fun. First, we watched some Aricano rappers at a big outdoor plaza and did a bunch of somersaults and stuff in the soft grass. Then we relocated to another part of the city and opened up the bottle of Pisco (Chilean grape liquor). Eventually, we decided that we wanted more water and some beer, so we went into Schop Dog, a Chilean bar and grille. We split a giant tall thing filled with beer called a girafa (the giraffe) and ate a big basket of fries while we watched some soccer. Afterward, we found a nice dark and quiet spot to hang out in and finish the Pisco. There was a bum passed out sleeping on the ground next to us the whole time and he never once woke up. At about three in the morning, we finally made it back to Residencial Real and went off to sleep. What a great one.
More as it comes, I'm sick of typing. THanks for reading.
Con gusto,
Brad
Yesterday was a day to remember. The keyboard I'm on REALLY sucks, so I'll make it brief. After a restful all-night bus from San Pedro, we got to the pyramid-shaped bus station and consulted the city map and Lonely Planet book to find a good hostal. Showers were badly needed. We walked pretty far in the noon heat with our heavy bags to a hostal that doesn't exist, then found another one nearby for pretty cheap and settled in. After eating the BEST seafood empanadas in the known universe, we took our first ciesta. The beaches in this city are all covered in giant wave-breaking concrete structures, so we walked all over looking for a good one. Finally, we (apparently) "snuck" into a yacht club where they had a cool little lagoon and swam there. There was a giant open gate into this unguarded relaxed area, so we just strolled in. But when we walked out, it was apparent that it was a members-only place and we got some intense looks. Pretty funny. Then back to the hostal for showers (thank god) and the second ciesta. Then we were hungry again, so off to buy some food and some new shorts for Andy, as his old ones were all messed up. We saw great stuff and met some cool folks. We're practically celebrities here and I just eat it up. Really fun. For dinner, we cooked up some delicious sausage and bread with sauce, then split a big box of wine and took off again. I'm sure my grandparents won't like to hear it, but hey, I'm on vacation. By this point, we were quite hammered and every little thing became infinitely more fun. First, we watched some Aricano rappers at a big outdoor plaza and did a bunch of somersaults and stuff in the soft grass. Then we relocated to another part of the city and opened up the bottle of Pisco (Chilean grape liquor). Eventually, we decided that we wanted more water and some beer, so we went into Schop Dog, a Chilean bar and grille. We split a giant tall thing filled with beer called a girafa (the giraffe) and ate a big basket of fries while we watched some soccer. Afterward, we found a nice dark and quiet spot to hang out in and finish the Pisco. There was a bum passed out sleeping on the ground next to us the whole time and he never once woke up. At about three in the morning, we finally made it back to Residencial Real and went off to sleep. What a great one.
More as it comes, I'm sick of typing. THanks for reading.
Con gusto,
Brad
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