Apologies for totally dropping the ball for the last six weeks on the blog (this is directed at you Mom, as you are probably the only avid blog reader). Oh, and Joey Converse and Jordan Campbell (shout out!), I know you have called me out for neglecting the blog as well.
Well, right when I think I am totally settled into my new culture and my new job, Peru pitches another curve ball. This time in the form of a bureaucratic beast: Customs and Immigration. My kind family agreed to send a care package with granola, my computer external harddrive, a friendly greeting card, and - might I add, most objectionably - an old button-down collared shirt and a used pair of climbing shoes! You see, Peruvian customs has airtight restrictions on importing used clothing into the country. Nevermind, that Peru has recently climbed to the number #1 slot in international Cocain exportation. No, it's probably best to focus their efforts on clothing crossing the borders. Peruvian Fedex suggested that I hire a customs agent, men hovering around the city airport, to speak to customs officials on my behalf and "negotiate an agreement". If that's not a euphemism for "you have to bribe the customs guy holding your belongings", I'm not sure what is. The care package is currently in transit back to the US.
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You gave Joey Converse a shout out. Yeah, this blog must be struggling for readership.
You goof, I read this thing too...
~Christian
P.S. The postal system in the U.S. is no better. I've been waiting two weeks for a frickin' package with my jacket. It's probably in the Lex post office right now, and they're just too lazy to tell me.
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