he's a good kid...

but i hate the kid across the street. and he's only fifteen. yesterday, he told me that he and his mom were leaving for São Paulo this afternoon. i wish i could go too...Brazil would be something else.

i guess they're visiting an exchange student that stayed with them. funny thing is, i don't recall ever seeing another person going in or out of that house, other than the kid and his mom. they're cool people, but i find it strange that they had an invisible exchange student.

earlier this fall, i was talking to the mom when she mentioned something about two Peruvian geologists who had stayed with them for a couple months. she wished that i could've come over to reminisce Peru and slug some Pisco (Peruvian grape liquor) down with 'em. thing is, i certainly don't recall seeing them either. did they come home late? in the dark of night? is there a back entrance to the house that i'm not familiar?

on a street with 23 houses, three of which are non-caucasian occupied, you'd think that two Peruvian guys would be pretty noticeable. i think the lady across the street may be going a little cuckoo...

oh well. i'm glad that they're going to escape Denver's winter for three weeks on the glorious Brazilian beaches. i'm sure it's going to be their first jaunt out of the country too. it should be a great experience for them.

i hope they get severe sunburns...