and the Hawaiian posse joins me late Sunday, August 17. Happy to report that not only does the dollar go further south of the equator (the Euro whipped our ass last year in Sicily), but getting there is a lot easier than making the tortured connections (and suffering the wearying delays) flying to Asia or the mid-East entails. I leave at something like 7 a.m. and arrive in Lima around 10:30 p.m. the SAME DAY (with only a short stopover in Houston). Wheeeee.
The control freak in me reports, cautiously, that everything appears to be in order. Or was until I was assigned the job yesterday of finding longjohns for the Hawaiians (they're not routinely stocked in the tropics, you see).
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