as you may have noticed, i have not blogged in some time. i had all these delusions that i would write a whole bunch of posts about malaysia, and that i would be able to catch up before the next adventure began. this of course did not happen.
then my computer crashed and refused to open iPhoto ever again. but it is unfair to blame my old computer.
so here is an extremely brief recap to get you up to speed ...
1. malaysia was awesome. the food is delicious, and if for no other reason i highly recommend going there just so you can eat. we also saw a whole load of asian temples, and i fulfilled my dream of being attacked by monkeys. it looked something like this:
2. while in malaysia, sampling the most incredible food imaginable, the bolshevik finally proposed to me. after carrying around an engagement ring for over two months, spanning several continents, on the 3rd to last day of our trip he asked me to marry him. it looked something like this:
3. then in the following seven months i worked as an ESL teacher, went to an international job fair, secured a librarian job in Peru, finished my school media certification, finished my novel, captained a competitive jump rope team (we placed 3rd in the Punk Rope Games!), helped start a union, and planned what i am told was a pretty awesome wedding. the wedding looked something like this:
and that's what has happened since i stopped blogging back in november. so we can just start from there, right? cool.
so now the bolshevik and i are in a hotel room in Lima ... we just arrived last night and very soon someone will be picking us up and taking us to our apartment. (the school found us what appears to be an incredible apartment). then tonight the bolshevik is whisking me away to a secret honeymoon location. you know how bolsheviks like to whisk people away.
i'm going to see how long i can go before i figure out where we're going. i am wondering if it's possible to actually board the plane and still not know our destination. we'll see.
to be continued ... (in a reasonably punctual fashion, i swear)