I had Swiss fondue for the second time this week, tonight. With amazing dried mushrooms. It was so good I thought I was going to die of deliciousness! Everyone was making fun of me for ordering fondue again, but by the end they were all scraping the bottom of the pot!
In other news, we got to go to the Palais des Nations UN headquarters in Geneva for a tour. We happened upon the general assembly room when it was empty so we took a photo op on the main stage:
So, after being in San Jose for less than 24 hours we decided to take the ol’ carpe diem to the next level & hopped an afternoon bus for the Panama border.
7 hours & a frighteningly rickety bus adventure later we arrived at the Costa Rica/ Panama border.
The Panamanian immigration authorities demanded proof that we would not be relocating permanently to Panama. I was so Dramamine grogged at that point that I felt like reaching over the counter and putting that little man in a choke hold while asking him “do you REALLY think we’re moving to Panama??”
Luckily Neil saved the day by thinking of the brilliant idea of printing out our flight leaving San Jose in August. So, after a quick stop to an internet cafe (on the Panama side, yes that’s right you can just walk back and forth willy nilly) we were back with proof that our rendezvous in Panama is only temporary.
Now we are staying at a purple themed backpackers hostel in David, Panama…perhaps forever.
We are sitting in the lap of luxury on our way to San Jose.
Due to Neil’s frequent flyer miles credit card scams we are flying to Costa Rica for free and ended up in first class.
I am doing my best to embarass Neil in his newfound gentility. I ordered a pre-departure drink and proceeded to sip it loudly and talk in a British accent.
I think first class is overrated, but the piping hot chocolate cookies are tasty.
Me: I need to get my hair cut.
Neil: Why?
Me: To make it look nice.
Neil: How?
Me: Trim it, cut layers.
Neil: What are layers?
Me: You know, cut the front part shorter.
Neil: Like a Darth Vader helmet??
Me: Precisely.
This exchange reminded me of a conversation my mom had with my dad after getting a new hairstyle after having had the previous one for ten+ years. He told her it was much better than the old one… and said, “yeah that last one looked like a Darth Vader helmet.”
So… my parents are OUT of town this weekend… and if, by a miraculous stroke of luck, you are IN town (Provo) you should come up to their house for the first annual NPP–NO PARENTS POTLUCK.**
We will be eating, playing games, making crafts, roasting ‘mallows and having a generally good time.
Please join us thisSat June 5, 7pm.
Bring a dish to share, if you are so inclined and able. But, most certainly bring yourself and any fair-weather friends, bosom buddies or random strangers that you want to invite.
NOPARENTS!!!!
-Kate and Neil
** Not to worry…if you ARE a parent, this does not preclude attendance at this fine event
“This experience makes me think that Marx was right, religion is the opiate of the masses… and by that I mean the vampire trap of the masses.”
Let’s just say that our Sunday School teacher started out with a quote from Glen Beck & saying that if she could tell the government anything that she would tell them that, “global warming is a hoax… just LOOK AT THE SCIENCE!!”
Yesterday Neil and I went sailing with our new friend (and current gracious host in DC) Leo. Other than the fact that there was virtually no wind, it was fantastic. Since I did not get any video footage of Neil steering the boat, you’ll just have to reference the above clip from “What About Bob” for his joy-factor. He was as happy as a lark in a park. (Also, if you look closely in the above photo you will note that I am wearing actual, active fit-overs. It’s come to that folks. It’s come to that.)
Our seaworthy craft was the Gypsy Lady.
We hopped out of the boat for some chillaxin’ in the Chesapeake. We have decided to give up all of our silly idealistic ambitions and be as rich as possible and own as many boats as we can in life. Not really… but, Neil is now trying to convince me that we should purchase and live in a boat instead of renting an apartment. This he sees as a legitimate option, even in DC where the water freezes over in the winter time.
Luckily, I am sane, and we will not be living in a boat any time soon.
GUESS WHAT?????!!!?????
No, I am not pregnant.
(THE FOLLOWING IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE)
We have found a real place to live very close to my campus. It is also very cheap rent for the area.
The only catch is that we will be in charge of several rescued cats who will be living with us in the apartment. Below is photographic proof for those who may not believe me.
You may notice that the kitten is desperately trying to escape my loving embrace. Apparently I still need to work on my “Cat Whisperer” skills. All in good time, all in good time.
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