Greetings from Ciudad Bolivar

Ok, so it´s been almost a week and we´ve written a few entries but we aren´t able to transfer it from brett´s palm pilot that he bought. Now, since we didn´t bring the CD for its software, we have to find a place that has wireless internet. That may not be so easy. So, just so we don´t get too far behind, i´m going to rewrite what we wrote a few days ago. Here i go:

1-13-06 Our trip got off to a rough start. After a long night of stressful packing, we missed the alarm this morning and finished things up in a frenzy. I had to go to the post office to mail tyler his books. Then saby, chica, and dad (ruby´s family) came over to see us off. Rushed to the airport during the first serious snow of the winter and just made our flight to ft. lauderdale. Then things got worse when we got off the flight and found out that our bags weren´t there. Friday the 13th lived up to its reputation -- they had lost our bags somewhere between midway and florida. perfect. So after filling out the clima form we met ruby´s friend jennifer and she gave us a ride to our ¨hotel.¨ Traffic was bad so she dropped us off somewhere in south beach and we took a cab the rest of the way to the Deauville. Sweet spot. Found out what $375 buys you in miami --a crappy room with moldy ceilings, rusty fixtures, and some gross little hairs in the soap dish. Frustrations aside, Ruby´s long lost father made the drive up here and picked us up for some dinner at ol johnny rockets. Sorted out some family resemblences and moved on toa rain storm and a bar with ruby´s friend nate. had some lovely conversation about his job for teach for america and went back to the hotel. With no positive news from the concierge, we went to the room and passed out.