Sharing

Margarita’s friend sent us this picture this week and I thought it was just too dang funny not to share. Apparently, his breakfast looked remarkably like South America, and he thought it would be something we would want to see. He was right.


One of the greatest joys of life is sharing things with friends. We’ve had a wonderful time sharing Chile with the Brouwers this week. We shared our clothes with them when their luggage didn’t arrive. We shared our metro pass to get us to the wineries, and cab rides home from the artisan markets. And with arms twisted, we shared our Pisco. We shared sips of interesting concoctions from Bar Yellow and the Advil after too much champagne at the Ritz.

We also shared a van ride to Argentina to see Aconcagua (the tallest mountain the Americas). Yea, that’s it in the background, covered in clouds. You just have to open your minds eye and “see” something that maybe you really can’t. Just like the eggs.

And Ciervo. He’s not here anymore either. If you don’t see Jane, it’s because she’s staying a few extra days to keep me company while Ciervo is in Panama and to share a few more laughs. Yes, we are sharing a bed. Maybe you should close your mind to that idea.

And so I share another week with you, and again extend the invitation to anyone and everyone to come for a visit. We’d love to share this all with you.

Sisma