I haven't written in a very long time. After classes got out for summer break Dec. 5, (remember the seasons are reversed in s. america) I went to La Paz, to stay with my grandmother. My original plans were to stay there over Christmas and New Year's, travel to Chile, and then head over to Brazil to stay with my relatives who live in Sao Paulo.
About a week before Christmas, my plans changed slightly and the next thing I knew, I was on a plane headed to the United States of America to surprise my family for Christmas. It was my first time flying by myself, but at approx. 1:30 am Christmas morning there I was on my doorstep ringing the doorbell like a madwoman. Naturally, the whole family was asleep. So, I just had to wake them up! And as usual, in a dramatic way. "Wake up everyone! It's Christmas!" I yelled as I ran through the house banging on everyone's doors.
Once my family awoke from their slumber and recovered from shock, we sat around the table and talked well into the morning. After this, I crashed. (I think the meds I took to relax on the plane finally hit.)
And that was the best Christmas of my life.
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