Le tired after yesterday’s whirlwind tour of Lago Paron.
I hung around the house and read about the climbing routes on the Cordillera’s technical mountains. Then Philip and I headed outside for a bike riding lesson. Kid’s got spunk. Way to get after it, Mister Philip. But this lesson is in English. Not in Spanish,
“the language of the devil!” -gary
To town. To dance. To bed.