Soooo...

Adiós Bogotá! No more faking my way through casual conversation with confident nods and weird versions of Spanish phrases. No more "pulgares otro vez" and "todos son rojo" at work. Suck it, crazy taxi drivers. Suck it, avocado lady. Suck it, rain. Suck it, altos. Suck it, stomach parasites. I'm done!

And now we are here...
Ain't no party like a Scranton party, 'cuz a Scranton party don't stop. Indeed. It's been a non-stop party. And by party I mean, pasta-eating marathons around the clock. It's craziness. I've volunteered to make dinner tonight. Going for chicken breasts stuffed with oregano and feta, sauteed swiss chard and roasted fingerling potatoes. Suck it, pasta.

Since I am finally State-side and finally FEELING BETTER, I promise to update this silly blog more often. As, Ryan, needs something new to read!