oops I saw him 3 times today but he only came to the house the first time. The last time he was downstairs in the bakery that a friend owns. He was with 2 friends drinking a few beer. D and I were coming home and he saw us and came across the street to ask us where we had been. I told him D had to pee so we came home and we'd come over once she went. We went over and I had a beer with them and we all chatted.
Yep you can drink in public in Venezuela :D. Side note: when I came to Caracas we went to buy some beer. H cracked one open while we were walking home. I was mortified and started looking for a cop and telling him not to open the beer in the street. He said "relax Jen you're not in Canada anymore!" You'd be surprised to know that beer is cheaper than pop in this country.
Jen
Jen
Jen *The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present*
