Beginning to my interesting (or bewilderly epiphanic?) Saturday night:
Me: "Diego, what are the top five countries you want to visit?"
Diego: "DISNEYLAND!!!!"
We proceeded to watch youtube videos of stupid Americans doing...stupid things. At arriving home (at an ungodly hour) wondering if I could ever return to such a justly ridiculed country, I searched the dark (very dark) kitchen for snacks. I decided on toast with cream cheese. Unfortunately, in the dark (very dark) kitchen I made the fatal mistake of confusing the butter with cream cheese...not realizing it until after it was all in my stomach. I could blame it on the dark (very dark) kitchen, or even the hypnotization of Spanish late night show, but it's better if I just admit that I probably belong in the ever so sad, justly ridiculed country.
Maybe one day I'll end up on youtube.
Furthermore, not counting out the possibility that this is very likely to happen again, I've made the sad acknowledgment that I will be wearing many a baggy sweater on my return.
