It seems Miss Sandiego and I have two things in common. We both look quite ravishing in red trenchcoats, and we both have the world wondering where the heck we are. I'm not sure where Carmen is right now, but here's a clue to my whereabouts:

• I am in a country whose official currency is the United States dollar.

While you sleuths rack your brains for the answer to that mystery, I will get to my intended point. I think the real question is not where I am, but what I have been doing these last 2 months. I will now attempt to recount those adventurous tales to the best of my rememberance, embellishing only when doing so makes me look better...

Spring Break 2004
The main attraction of March is--and will be as long as I'm in school--Spring Break. An opportunity for college students to travel the globe, see new sights, expand our horizons, and explore uncharted lands! So my buddies and I drove an hour and a half to Austin and stayed at Dave's house all week. Yeah.

Me and the guys were livin' life to its fullest: playing video games, eating whenever we felt like it, watching movies, building stuff with Legos, and above all, sleeping late! To our credit, we did get out of the house for a couple days when we ventured into the wilderness to camp at Enchanted Rock.

Now we had hoped to camp out for a couple nights, but being the disorganized (yet attractive) young men that we are, we neglected to make reservations for what the Park Ranger soon explained to us was the "peak of the tourist season." Determined not to be thwarted by our own carelessness, and against our better judgement, we paid for a "primitive campground." We came to find out that primitive meant it was over a 2-mile hike from the parking lot, and campground meant a small grassy clearing amidst a cactus jungle.

Our initial disappointment quickly turned to contentment as we set up camp, climbed to the top of the Rock, cooked up a delightful hot dog feast, and counted the shooting stars we spotted while staring up at the huge night sky!

Sleeping under the stars is quite nice, at least until it's time to fall asleep. Precisely at the moment you close your eyes, a previously undetectable rock will emerge from the ground beneath your sleeping bag and drive itself into your hip. Soon after, the dew will fall, which is extremely helpful in determining just how many holes are in your sleeping bag.

All in all, it was a relaxing week and a much-needed break from the mind-numbing torture that is class.

In my next blogcast, I will give a recap of April and May. Until then, please remember: Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do.