Success. Sort of.
Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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Long story short, everything falls into place. For once. My card was where I left it, sucked back into the ATM machine. Not only can I not speak a word of Spanish to the bank teller, relying on my friends, but I look like a total idiot abroad. Pasty white wet-behind-the ears dumb ass tourist. I beat a hasty retreat from the amused cashier.
Finding a lovely sticker for my guitar proves a challenge, but one that I accomplish anyway. Following that, my kilt and backpack are fixed with finesse. The stitch work is excellent, and will hopefully last well into the stresses and strains I place on both items
It's another lazy day back at the hostel, making plans, sending emails and fleshing out future travel. I still don't know where I'm going, or what I'm doing, but I'm getting anxious to give something back. It's been too long since delivering the ambulances that I've fallen into the rut of doing things for myself. It's time to change that.