Here’s a story of celebrating accomplishents, but knowing when it’s time to make a change.

“Twinkle, when do you know when things need to come to an end?” When what you’re doing becomes progressively less satisfying. The shine starts to wear off, time to move onto the next. Does that mean it’s time to make a change?

So then Dad tries to sell me, justify this misadventure. “Twinkle, this is the ONLY Gothic church in all of South America. Wow, look, over the mountains that’s coffee country, the farms start. Did you know that practically all materials used to build this church was imported from Europe. Built in early 1900’s it only took ten years to build. I could make some comment about what happens when the Europeans in charge.”

STOP, you fell back to the stereotyping.

Dad we got UNLEASHED, But, can I be honest, it feels like our future growth is being a bit … caged, limited. The trip back home tomorrow, we need to have a talk.

Dad begins to accept reality, “You’re a girl. Every time a girl has said that to me, well the talk was uh, uncomfortable. But I deserved those scolding and dios knows I don’t deserve you.”

Damn straight on both counts. I like to chew on bones, you’re chewing is gonna last for a long time tomorrow. And remember the no sense of inumerical ‘time.’

“Eight hours to be exact dog.”