Argentina was like a Parisian/Italian city in Latin America. You have to go to the queer tango and eat their blood sausage. -Ryan


Boston, Massachusetts

Yesterday I went to a leather/karaoke bar in Boston (I thought it was an interesting combo) but beforehand, in an effort to save money, I bought a small bottle of Johnny Walker, bad idea the taxi driver didn’t know how to take me back to my hostel and all i remember is mumbling and then opening the door to throw up. Now I feel like crap.

P.S. Boston is clam chowder heaven


Cusco, Peru…”Top five Peruvian memories…”

!Hola Promise to Write! Here are our top five Peruvian Memories to date: 5. Visiting the Inca Ruins and the markets of the Scared Valley. 4. Spicy trout ceviche, cafe con leche, alpaca stew, quinoa soup, chicha, and pisco sours. 3. several awkward marriage proposals from local vendors and waiters. 2. ‘Motown’ party at our hostel featuring free ‘jelly shots’. 1 Being told by our waiter to zip up my sweater because he had “a pretty good view” from where he stood. Love, Erin + Lindsey”

Sorry I am not exactly sure how to make the upside down explanation point and I don’t want to look it up (I am pretty lazy…). Anyways I love this PC! This really makes me want to go to Peru! The food and sights sound amazing, and i love me some Motown. Did the waiter that told you to zip up your sweater, also propose to you after the good view you gave him? (^__–)

This reminds me of when I was in Cairo and they asked me how many camels my friend was worth, I said “just one .” Just kidding, I told him too many to count. They probably weren’t as suave as the Peruvians.


Taiwan…Dear Stinky Tofu…

“Dear Stinky Tofu – Did someone invent you as a prank?!! I only swallowed you to get the stench out of my mouth. Let’s never do it again. Unless I lose my sense of smell. In that case you’ll just be tofu. P.S. Stop saying you are just like blue cheese. You are not. -Scott”

There is a very good reason stinky tofu is named stinky tofu. The way I usually describe it is, imagine the dirtiest alley in Chinatown on a hot day, ripe with rotten food and urine, all pack into a bite sized square . I’ve tried it three times so far and every time I wish I hadn’t, I will try it one more time, but I will wait until I am in Taiwan, hopefully I will not cry from eating it this time.


Chile… Today I took the train from

“Today I took the train from Val Pariso to Vina del Mar in Chile and saw the beauty of this coastline. In the background was a man with a guitar singing to his girlfriend for money. That coastline with that music was priceless”