So I am sitting in my little tourist haven in Cusco, a place familiar to me now as a little refuge of self-indulgent coffee shop thought.
I just received your letters. It was like taking a walk with each one of you, maybe sitting at Wednesday night dinner, maybe climbing a tree and chatting, maybe sitting on the eastern prom and looking out over the ocean. Thank you so much! I laughed and cried and looked like a total ass in the middle of gringo-land, Peru.
I can`t believe how lucky I am to have each of you in my life, that it mattered enough to you to write. So here`s to nights philosophizing, 80`s dancing, drinking beer, dirty-dancing, ritualizing, papier-macheing, cooking, growing things, getting dirty, being dirtier, playing frisbee, skinny-dipping, rope-swinging. Drinking wine, dressing up, dressing down, hiking, camping.
Hooolly shit. I am so excited to be here, and excited to be home. All my love to each of you.
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