It became clear to me that much of my literature collection´s back covers will soon read ¨For International Sale Only.¨

I took it upon myself today to make a trip to the city today and purchase some novels. I have run low on my Jodi Picoult supply and because I have a slight obsession with this author, I found it necessary to obtain more of her novels. When I successifuly found a bookstore that would cater to my needs, (as in selling more than just English text books) I went to the very obsolete section of ¨Libros en Inglis.¨ To me defeat, there were no more Jodi Picoult novels left...that I haden´t already read. No prolem, I assume there is at the very least a wide selection of Dean Koontz, Danielle Steel, or Dan Brown available. Dissapointed again. I setteled for a Stephen King and the novel ¨Get Shorty.¨ (I have just become vaguely aware, from a quick flashback of a college edition of MLA that I think I should be Underlining the titles of the novels...neither here nor there). I forgot that earlier in life i tried reading ¨It¨ by Mr. King. I also ceased to remember that I disliked his style of writing. Oh well, I´m sure it will be a good mind jumble.

While I was in the book store, I was able to read the last chapters of the book that the families dog decided to feast on before I could finish. Sorry Dean Koontz, I wasn´t impressed.

After that, I met up with Andreita and we had some well deserved lunch. I was thinking a cool place with a beer, maybe some authentic food... Instead we went to a fast food joint similar to McD´s and I had a burger, fries, and a coke. Well, you can´t win em´all.

Finally, we needed to make a stop of at the University so she could pick something up... honestly, I didn´t understand much of what was said this day and I was just along for the adventure. We walked what I would deem 3 miles, before we got to the school, and had to return. I enjoying walking as much as the next guy, but I was TOTALLY unprepared for the 6 mile treck in my flip flops, (up hill for the first 3 I may add). Even worse on the way back, Andreita realized we needed to catch a bus in about 7 minutes, when we had close to over a half hour to walk. I swear, even after living in NYC and walking like I actually purchased and owned the city, I have ever WALKED that fast in my life. I wasn´t even looking before I crossed streets, and this is no good since I have a track record of running into cabs, (Or better yet, them, litterally, running into me).

On our way to el colectivo (bus), I come across some crazy Man Purse Action. I have always thought it´s no biggie for a man to carry a shoulder bag. Hell, the one I am currently using from the buckle (purchased in USA) is actually designed for the male, but after today, there is NO REASON a man should EVER carry a blue, yellow, and purple bag over the shoulder. I wonder if her carried his ¨junk¨ in there too?!!?

We made the bus in record time, which left me standing for 45 minutes more. ¨ Don´t worry guy with backpack on unoccupied seat, the swolen feet and blisters I will soon endure are made for this, thanks.¨ He didn´t decect the sarcasim in my undertone of grunts and evil eye, so I remained standing. It´s okay, I am ALL woman.

Once I returned home, and washed the pain from my feet. (And like a weenie, applied cream and put on cute comfy socks). I sat back with my glass of wine, (which turned into 3, hello light weight) and lounged pool-side sans mosquito repellent; come devour this sangre de americana, insectos!!!



I promise not to regale you with raunchy stories of itchy bug bites in the near future!