Ice Cream

We awake every morning to the sound of our backyard neighbor clearing his/her throat, followed shortly thereafter...FLUSH...(I like to think of said flush as a snooze alarm). Stir crazy would be an accurate description of our final days here in this small town...we´re itching to get out...next up Cuenca and Michael´s birthday...I´m trying to pull off a great day via internet (fingers crossed)...guest list was a breeze...

Today we have vowed to step away from the ice cream. Every morning we wake up and say ¨today no ice cream¨... it creeps up on you...all of the sudden we find ourselves on a bench in the center of town with an empty wooden popsicle stick, a chocolate stain on one of our shirts and a strange ¨how did it happen again¨ look on our faces...It is noon, we have 9 more hours to stand strong. we can do it...(i hope, it´s so good)...

For any of you out there making a check list of things to bring to south america, toss a camera on your list. I left mine at home, regret...thought I could rely on the trusty old iphone, she is no longer with us (R.I.P.). Photos are the key to blogspiration (photos are the fruit that make blog juices flow)!!!