Well, Jacey and I are off to Chile in a few hours. No, no, we aren't moving again. My flimsy arms couldn’t take it. But we are trying to take advantage of the moment and relative proximity.
So for now, we abate the daily ritual of blasting Madonna's rendition of Don't Cry For Me Argentina in “Evita.” We grab our passports, with their hideous photos snapped in early 2000, and get ready for a new country… a new people… a new way to fuck up, laugh at ourselves, and remember fondly the very things we can’t foresee.
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