OK amigos,Back to the task of updating you on my exciting life... Last you knew, my abuelitos visited, which was a rocking good time. In fact, it was so much fun that I decided to book a flight to Colombia during Semana Santa (that's Holy Week to my gringo friends). Also, note that it is spelled with an "o" instead of a "u" like in Columbia University. Speaking of, let's give a round of applause to my 1st cousin, once removed (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cousin), Lulu who just graduated this week with an M.A. from Columbia!
That's me at abuelito's house and I swear it
looks like you are seeing double. But, when you've got the dough and the space on your wall, no better way to satisfy your vanity than to commission a portrait. Me, I satisfy it with this blog and all you good people who read it...
Anyway, Colombia was lots o' fun. We flew to Medellin and I got to flash my diplomatic passport. I'd like to claim that I got additional respect because of it, but that would be untrue. However, I did get some serious preferential treatment for being a baby, and even got upgraded to first class. Anyway, after a few days in Medellin we all (my abuelita's extended family) went to my great aunt's finca (kinda like a summer farm house) and kicked it the wealthy Colombian way. There I am with my other FCORs, Sean and Patrick. (Please note that Sean is proudly wearing a Pat White jersey. For those who don't know, he's the star QB at West Virginia.)Basically, we ate aplenty, played pool, drank cervezas, and swam in the pool. I say we,
but I mostly stuck to my routine of just drinking milk and hanging out and being cute. But seeing everyone else happy made me pretty happy. Oh yeah... and I met my second cousin Daniel too - see photo on your left. (You can check the wikipedia post to figure out what that means too...) He's actually my "little" cousin, since I was born 3 days earlier.Anyway, on to a few photos...
There's me with my FCOR Polly, her son (my 2nd cousin) Daniel, my awesome
daddy, and my Great Grandmother. Still trying to teach her how to rap like the granny in "The Wedding Singer", but so far no luck. She doesn't even know old schoolers like the Sugar Hill Gang or Grandmaster Flash. Maybe it's a lost cause...
There's me and mommy swimming. She was scared at first, but I kept her head above water until she calmed down a bit.
Finally, here's me and daddy. Look at the composition of this picture. The colors. Just beautiful...
