As of the writing of this blog entry, I am not only alive, but very well. It seems that I have one of the more robust Gastro-intestinal tracks in my group. I have either not been exposed to a parasite, or they are no match for the killing power of my immune system. Mom, I don´t know what you fed me as a child but I want the recipe.
My spanish has also been improving, things are coming to me without as much work and I am starting to understand what they hell they are saying in the Reggetón Jams. Once I get studying on my grammar I expect even more gains. Perhaps I will understand what the chavalos and ancianos are saying to me. Ojala.
Lastly and most importantly, I would like to thank everyone who thought about me on my birthday. I will do my best to send thank yous but I am pretty bad about getting them out. Usually I sit down to write them and I am distracted but some ungodly insect or a chavalo so forgive me. I am looking forward to my visit back home for the wedding! We will have fun, oh yes.
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