We have some great friends! Tonight at dinner - at a crappy Mexican restaurant that just opened in town - they were taking bets as to whether or not I'd be kidnapped during my 6 nights at Tierras del Sol. I'm serious. They were too. Most of the "bad stuff" is taking place hours and hours away from the white sandy beach where you'll find my empty bottles. Having said that....
If your emails are not answered EVER AGAIN, chances are I'm in the trunk of a Nissan Sentra in the bottom of some farmer's ditch. Sweet.
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