Everyone say something you're thankful for

I'll go first.

I'd like to thank my mom for writing a comment on the last entry under the name "Mom" and finally giving my blog that air of professional authenticity that I've been going for.

I could not possibly express sufficient thanks to the Spitters family for keeping me in unbelievable comfort (while I lived in the poorest country in South America).

Thank you to my parents for putting an incredible amount of time, energy and money into keeping me from becoming a listless Seattleite.

Thank you to my Aunt Becky and Uncle Joel for keeping me from becoming a homeless Bolivian.

Thank you to Gerald Koblentz for providing me goods with which to barter passage (among other things).

Thank you to Nick Simmons for allowing me to foul the lens of his dear Rebel with my sub-standard photography.

Gracias a Vidal, Isabelle, Jessica y Cynthia por hacer milliones cosas para mi.

Gracias a Teresa por hacer todas las cosas importante para mantener la vida (especialmente cocinar).

Gracias a Betty por cuidarme como uno de sus propios hijos.

Thank you to all the poor, suffering South Americans whom I exploited for comedy or photography (I'm looking at you Peruvian guy peeing in a photo I took).

And finally, thank you. That's you who are reading this right now. I guess that's you again, mom.

Only through the help of the people above (and countless others) was I able to make it through this trip alive. In fact, I was never robbed, I never lost anything and I spent very little time in jail. I am As Surprised As You Are.


P. S. I have enjoyed writing this blog and intend to keep doing so indefinitely.
Join me next Saturday for "If you thought I had nothing to say about life Asuncion, wait till you see how little I have to say about life in Seattle"