Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Somewhere out there...

You will find Cathy...
sitting in a hotel in Guadalajara, Mexico.

You will find Kris...
sitting in a hotel in San Francisco.

Thanks to my ever-convenient and flexible job (which makes me pinch myself every now and then) I was able to book my business trip when he had his.

Here I am...there he is.

Business is business no matter where you go...although I'll bet he is not fearing for his life every time he gets in a taxi or having to drum up the old mission language to understand what's going on. Or even wincing in pain because what they call a massage at the hotel spa is, in fact, someone rolling a hard plastic object up and down your backbone! OUCH

P.S. Lima, Peru still wins for worst massage ever (imagine one hand non-chalantly pressing lightly and sporadically around your back while the other one holds the cell phone to her ear while she chats). Not kidding.

2 comments:

Janelle said...

OK what in the heck is your job, and are there any openings for a mother with 2 children. I could use a massage in Peru even if it is a crappy one. You guys live the life and I am jealous, so really what is your job?

ramsam said...

Ah dang, I always say any massageis a good massage, but maybe I am wrong? A cell phone? Are you kidding me? You need to come visit and let me work those travelin muscles over!