That's just how I roll.

My few and potentially devoted,

I have corporeally returned from Our Neighbor to the South and have begun the arduous task of trying to remember sequences of events, various indigenous place names with startlingly few vowels and dozens of people who, while endearing themselves to me, led me, my uncle Steve and my darling cousin Mary through a land of charm and omnipresent black hair.

As a teaser, ask yourself these fine questions:

Did Domonic, at any point in his trip, dramatically supplicate to the Infant Jesus for His divine intervention?

Did Domonic get served food that made him pray for the ability to never eat again?

Did Domonic, as was portented, contract Montezuma's Revenge?

Did Domonic, in conjunction with the above, drink the damn water?


Until later, I remain,

Domonic (unabletoadequatelylearnNahuatlorZapotecintime) Potorti