mi casa es mi casa

Well, I've done it once again. I've promised grandeous exploits and stupendous stories of super sagas. Only to leave with a few days of "enh." Don't worry, I'm still writing. Even though, yes, I've made it back safely and fairly soundly to Los Angeles. My clothes may stink to high hell, my hair may be as wildly unkepmt as the Darién jungles, my throat may sting like the ruthless barbs from a Kuna child, my scorched back may be peeling like the scrumptious plantains, my legs may have the weirdest bites and rashes this side of the the West Nile... But hey, I'm alive and had an experience people would kill for.

Hope to see you soon. Keep reading Oki!