We love you. You are lush and beautiful and exotic, and even though the cold, rainy season has begun, there is no place we’d rather be.
I miss you so much more than I thought I would. We hope you arrive safely and soon.
Dear store that fixing my computer,
I understand that you’d like a confirmation via email that we will pay for the repairs, but our language barrier seems to be preventing said email dialog from taking place. Can’t you just fix the darn thing?
I miss you almost as much as my furniture.
Dear fancy-pants international school,
We love you, but can’t we do something about the pick-up and drop-off mayhem? We’ve gone to quite a few schools in our time, and I’ve never seen school traffic quite this frustrating.
Dear Huggies people,
If you are going to sell diapers in South America and charge as much (or more) for them as you do in the U.S., could you just sell the same diapers and not these crummy ones that leak?
When you’re loading up the “Great value” products for Chile (and believe me, we appreciate the peanut butter, mac and cheese, marshmallows and spaghetti sauce) could you throw in a few jars of dill pickles? Pretty please?
Dear friends and family,
The next time you see me, I will be speaking somewhat competent Spanish. AND I’m going to cook you some divine Peruvian food. We are loving life.