A Perfect Weekend

The last 24 hours have consisted of hotdogs, friends, fire, beaches, hippie towns, empanadas, conversation, and a much needed break from the city. So I'll start from the beginning. The guys left about 5 hours earlier than us to head to a small hippie town called Horcon. Erin, Kate, and I waited until about 6 to leave in order to finish up some things here. We found ourselves wondering if it would even be worth going if we weren't going to get there until after dark...it was defiantly worth it. After about 30 min waiting at the bus stop we caught a bus to Horcon and found ourselves squished in the back of the bus trying to stay warm for the 2 hour ride. When we got there we walked about a half mile to the campsite. The guys had set up the tents and had the fire ready for dinner. We camped on a bluff about 10 feet from the beach. It felt like we were the only people out there in the dark listening to the crashing waves. Now this may be SHOCKING to many of you who know me well, and Dad, you will be proud, I ate a HOT DOG...and not just a little hot dog but a HUGE hot dog with ketchup, mustard, and sour crout. And it was amazing , I enjoyed every bite. After that we just sat talking until late. I woke up early the next morning...surprise surprise and had about 2.5 hours to sit by the ocean until everyone else got up. It was really peaceful and I enjoyed every bit of it. Later that day we walked into town and had some AMAZING empanadas. mmmmm. The beauty in that town is overwhelming. There were TONS of street shops with buckets full of clams and crabs...they were all SO cheap too. AFter getting back from camping I just relaxed at home and munched on anything I could find. The white bread is starting to get a little old. haha. Ok...off to go read about cinematography. WOOT WOOT.
Chao