I don't think anyone got shocked this morning...unless Michael did, in which case someone got shocked this morning.
After breakfast we were swept away from our beloved San Bartolo to visit peru.com headquarters in Lima. There we met Juan Francisco Rosas Schwarz, the "Gerente General" of peru.com and el hermano de Belisario Rosas. We were greeted with little avacado, tomatoe, egg salad sandwhiches and in the English language...which was nice. They made us talk in Spanish, no prob for Patrick. We looked at our horoscopes, too. Mine, Leo (LAY-oh), said something like "you're really, really cool...you have really, really nice biceps;" Nelly's, Aries (AH-ree-ez) said, "Don't worry, you're almost as cool as Patrick, keep trying"--it's in Spanish though, and we are still debating the translation.
When we got back to San Bartolo, the kids took us to Silvia's house where we par-tayyyyed into the night (like 8:00). I learned la Bachata and la Spongebob--I was told I learn muy rapido, but that's just me. Michael got Ruby's digits--but not from Ruby--then called them digits l8ter when we got back to Kauhuhu...but no dice. Guillermo invited us over to his house and we spent the rest of the night there; he told Nelly, Cary, and Manny San Bartolean ghost stories--they're scared but I'm not...?
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