marco, polo!

i am alive, i swear! colombia did not swallow me whole, its just very cold and i am moving slowly. reading a lot, knitting a lot, not taking showers, lots of good good food for nothing, sometimes the room that shares a wall with us plays radiohead and i close my eyes and pretend im warm. heading back to panama in a couple days. i could have sworn i read somewhere that pesos pour from the sky in colombia. no, but days are good here. lots of growth and a growing excitement for a summer of san francisco love.