Random Scenes From the Past Month

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I have no excuse. I have officially been on Christmas Break from school for more than a week now and still I have been loathe to blog. Jojo Daniele is here with me and so, as is my want, I may just shift the blame to her. She's the reason I don't blog - she just keeps me so busy. On this lazy New Year's Eve Day though, she suggested we run our morning errands and then hole up in a coffee shop and have a writing day. Here we are then and instead of writing and blogging I spent the first hour or two re-opening a Facebook account. I don't loathe blogging, I loathe myself. I have been keeping busy though and thus the following is a quick photo recap of my many pursuits these past few days. Oh, and Merry Christmas/Happy New Year from Jojo, the youth of Laureles and myself. It certainly doesn't feel like Christmastime, what with the 80 degree weather, but I suppose it's the right thing to do (send the Yuletide greetings that is).

Jojo with her "sister" Dariana. 
Trying out heels.
Not sure how I feel about that.

 Chucu, Norman, Gina and Me up in the mountains on a cloudy Saturday afternoon.

 Jojo tried having a convo with the Macaw.
The Macaw won.

 Darwin, child number 7 of 8 in Marta's family.
Love this child.
Completely and Absolutely.

 A random cousin of Duk's.
He insisted that I take his photo.
I did and then picked him up and threatened to carry him off to the U.S.
He cried.
I love children.

 Dariana on her birthday back in November.

 Mateo, child number 8 of 8 in Marta's family.
I do not love him completely.
Perhaps one of the most obnoxious children that I have ever met.
He carries the name well.

 He tried burning his mother's shoes.

Me on Christmas Day.
We spent the night there on the 24th and when I woke up at Duk's house they had coffee waiting for me.
Happy New Year from Los Laureles.

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