I walked in the house and almost had a heart attack when I saw bags and items sprawled all over the floor, but then i remembered the good ole sibling.
It seems like only last week that he was here with us saying goodbye and now his big adventure is over.
But its nice to see him and I've had an interesting evening sitting back and listening to the various stories he has to tell. From catching pick-pocket theives, to getting stoned at a random Argentinian wedding, to buying a deck of cigarettes and a bottle of rum for less than $15, to attending Carnivale in nothing but tiny shorts and a white tie, to the filth of Bolivia.
I really think it's a great thing to do, it sounds like him and his mates had an amazing time, and it's really inspired me, got my thoughts and wishes sparked onto how much i'd love to go overseas again, preferably sometime soon.
Culture fascinates me to no end, especially one's so exotically different.
So now he's lying restlessly trying to get over his jetlag, watching Pulp Fiction on Zelda (<- our massive Mac computer for those of you who don't know). I'm pretty bored right now, not much is capturing my attention so I could totally go with some pulp right now, but the boy's trying to get some sleep so I'm letting him be.
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