I really hit it off with one of the guys from New Mexico. His name was Joe.
Joe is a good ol boy. He says words like "shit".
I like Christians who can say "shit". They're not stick-up-their-ass Christians. (I also like Christians who say "ass").
I'm not saying there were any SUTA Christians on the trip.
I'm also not saying there weren't any.
Joe bought a leather bottle of Pisco (pronounced Peesco unfortunately). It was pretty cool. I think he paid S30 for it ($10). A good deal.
He regretted not getting two and drinking some with me while we were in El Milagro. I regretted that too.
I like Christians who drink.
Joe: Man I'd rather take a prostate exam than take that long flight home.
Phil: If you upgrade to first class you can get both.
Post script: I got some Pisco at the duty free shop in Lima. It cost more than S30. And it tasted like rocket fuel. (Really good).