The trip to Pasto was relatively uneventful. Peter managed to purchase the tickets and pay for them with his bad Spanish. However, the plane was one of those small jet planes with two seats on one side and a single seat on the other. I do not like those. Continue reading →
I would like to say that our decision to go to South America was not made lightly, but that’s just not the case. It was a mom-appeasement decision.
We were initially planning a trip to Mexico, specifically, San Cristobal de las Casas. It’s in the Southern part of Mexico, near Pelenque and the border of Guatemala. They have good language schools there and we love Mexico. However, the parental units were freaking out about us going to the “most dangerous place on earth,” which, if you read the newspapers, is Mexico. Continue reading →