Tramites

Today was full of tramites (a special kind of Colombian errands that involve everything in triplicate and running across town to pay for things at banks, then running back), and tonight of goodbyes. But we almost have a new apartment, and we will always have wonderful friends all over the states and here in Colombia. Eli, the two Toms and I are the holdovers -- it's up to us to completely misinform, mislead and otherwise taint the new arrivals who will be here soon.

The whole gang in June's previously spotless living room.

Joy and her visiting friend Michael (we've counted 137 friends total who've visited Joy. The rest of us are hovering around 1).

Ben and Elizabeth, deep in conversation. Ben: "Did I ever tell you about the time a girl punched me in the face at a Mos Def concert, then yelled, 'Why are you white?' By the way, she was also white. Threw me into a real identity crisis."
Elizabeth: "That's nothing. Do you know what it's like to be tear gassed?"

Adriene and Mac tearing it up.

Me, Mac, and June.

Adriene and Joy, the public health expert and the dancer.