I know, I know...

I know I am way behind on blogging and I really need to post Peru pictures. Life has been busy.

Quick note from Peru

I just noticed that I have 100 posts. Wow! This trip to Peru has been fantastic. Right away I started remembering all the reasons I love South America. Before my mission I was more partial to Europe and I wasn´t that interested in So. Am. But of course on my mission it became one of the best places in the world. I love the fun unorganized towns and streets. Random small stores along the street. Where you can buy just about anything you need without going too far. The people are so nice and so laid back. And they want to please. They will anything to serve you. The food and fruit is so great and cheap. And Peru has not dropped the ball. It is a great place and this has been a fantastic trip.

Brief run down

First couple days were in the jungle, we had to take a boat to a remote, rustic motel with no electricity except for in the lobby.r

We´ve spent the last couple days in Cusco, a very fun city with Inca Ruins and great markets.

Today we head to the town near Machu Picchu.

Everything has been perfect, except for I somehow got pink eye. But one of the girls I am traveling with is a physicians assistant and knew just what I needed. We went to the pharmacy to get it. No prescription needed. Another great thing about South America.

More details and pictures to come.

Cowboy take me away

A few days ago I was talking with a friend about how much I love the Western Stampede Rodeo that comes to West Jordan on weekend of the 4^th of July every year, just down the street from my house. It makes the city is so  patriotic and so "...Where the green grass grows"-like.  And there is no better way to celebrate the 4^th than watching the bulls and cute cowboys. I'll admit I'm a sucker for a guy in a hat.  My friend asked me if I went last year and I couldn’t remember going last year. Which was weird. I go every year that I am in WJ. It’s just one of those things I don’t miss. But I couldn’t remember going last year. Then later it hit me. No, I did not go last year. I wasn’t in West Jordan. I wasn’t even in the United States for the 4^th of July. I was clear on the other side of the Globe. I was in Israel.  I can’t believe that it has already been a year. I look at the pictures and I say to myself, “I was actually there.” It still feels so surreal and amazing.