Friday, July 27, 2012

olav(cito) diego(cito)


olav diego

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OLAV         DIEGO              JOHN

it finally came and went. I was just flipping through some tweets on twitter and found one last year back in september talking about peru. wow. just like that. and same goes to say for these kiddos. I actually extended my stay home so I could see these friends. it worked out because lee is also moving up to Utah this weekend so I get to help with the drive. but oh how I forgot what it is to be 13! they are monsters! they will eat everything! of course their choice of food in Switzerland isnt quite the same so they indulge while they can. I felt like an older brother. well. I feel like an older brother everyday while spending time with the girls but to be an older to boys isnt the same. I was there. I remember somewhat I guess what its like. I met these kids about four years ago. they grown up so much. I don’t really wonder what will become of our relationship in the coming years. its just something I don’t do. I leave today from texas with my mother and lee so I wont be seeing them again for a while. but that’s the approach I usually have. no worries. no fear. no need to wonder. whether I see them next week, in a year or seven. I know I will see them again. its belief in the real beautiful relationships that make up our lives. without them we wouldn’t have much. you know what I mean.


provo will see us tomorrow. im happy.

olav diego 2




Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Tight spots

I once heard that older women experience a change within
      their body. No more of that. But in exchange the have random
      streaks of heat. Is this true. Maybe I have it backwards?
      Anyway. The older I get. The more heat I can handle. I mean.
      Growing in Texas. Boy was I hot. Hot. Hottttt. It's a
      different heat in comparison with Utah. Nonetheless I am able
      to stack five layers of clothing on my body and be fine even
      comfortable. I like. And to add we are loading the aircraft.
      So its a tight squeeze. You love enclosed areas. I bet you
      love flying for this reason? I have an isle seat. Yah son.
      I'm alone again. As long as the others are in pairs. I am
      good. Well. Back to flying. I don't like rules. Don't force
      me to do anything. I will obey. But. Just. You know. 

      Okay. So I ate something rather well..idk but I guess its
      given me gas. Well you know when its going have a stench or
      not. This was tricky. I didn't know what this one was going
      to smell like. Well. I let a couple sneak out and they were
      not pleasant. So bad that my neighbor pulled out her mask.
      Ee. Know I face a problem. Do a just got rapid fire since she
      can't smell them anyway. Hmm. What does he do? Me. I mean.

      O tight spots. 

Monday, July 9, 2012

Good stuff

Sometimes good music is just enough. Beirut and I have been getting along really well these days.
I feel as if I need to be sharing this delicious breakfast with someone but the girls say Peruvian breakfast is not their thing. Guess they'd prefer to sleep. Who gets sleep. I just took a huge gulp of water for the first time since arriving in Peru. All we have drinking is their famous Inca Kola. We know what kind of damage Mexican water can do so we've tried to keep our distance. However last night we went midnight.treat shopping a bought a couple of cases of agua! Hmmmm! This isn't bad at all. They're serving exoctic fruit drinks here. So so soo good! I've tried to imagine a couple of times already what it would be like to be Here alone. And I go crazy at the thought. I really do. I love being on my own. Even this solo breakfast season is quite satisfying but if you can't tell..I prefer sharing my experiences with others. Sharing my life. Even with the entire internet blogging community. I just a balance. But for now. I will love this. I will cherish my family time. I am proud of us today. We have an excellent agenda planned out in Lima. Come with us. Salut John Pro.sketcher.babe with

Saturday, July 7, 2012



I like the sound of my name, sometimes. l really like it when lex calls me johnathan. which is just a change. I want to tell you some stories. they have to do with some amazing people and I guess my name.

I went to visit jess in l.a last weekend. yah. another story in itself. so she had told me we would be helping out with a wedding and a reception Saturday. I expected that much. sat. morning I woke up to a house completely full of the people. the bridal party or the groomsmen more like were all staying at the house. the groom has three beautiful sisters. like me. who were always in the mix of things. oh. I must add that the family is from Cambodia. what a culture. they were the first I had ever met. so, jess and I ran some errands in the morning for the family. we actually went to Cambodia town to pick up some soupy saucy sort of thing full of anchovies. yah. yal know I cant do anchovies. anyway. the grooms father placed a large order of this for the dinner at the reception so we followed his request. we came home to a house full of family and guest. once again. weddings. yes. bringing everyone together. speaking of families. I was introduced to sam and mom upon our return. so cute. Cambodian refugees who had come over about 20 years ago. from the first second sam (the father) met me he began to put me to work. he would always state my name in broken english prior to his order jooohn…this…jooohn..that. i loved it. I loved feeling like I was contributing to something larger than me. I would be trying to relax upstairs and sam would hunt me down and ask me to do some other odd job. ha. I cant stop laughing just thinking about it. he kept me on my toes. we were put in charge of all the food. ha. when we arrived at the chapel which is actually the most beautiful church building ive ever seen other than the temples.I was relieved to see a legitimate catering team in charge of everything. good ol sam. his portions of the meal were not really part of the menu but he just wanted to be sure we would have enough food. so thoughtful. I feared that our food would be discarded and just thrown off to the side. which it was for a little bit. anyway. those two. sam and mother were working so hard. so deeply invested on making this the best experience for everyone possible. especially a special interest in making this perfect for their family which also says a bunch. after the ring ceremony (#idontcry) we were put up to the greatest task of the night. jess and I had to greet alllllll the guests and converse them as we escorted them to their respected tables. ha. yah. talk about a role. once we got everyone situated the feast began. and the beast in the kitchen. sam and mother had special requests for their guests so it made it awkward and a little more challenging for the kitchen. so the two were both in and out of the kitchen until the head chef unleashed on all of us. it just happened that I was also in there when it took place. holy. sam walked out with his head held down. they were just trying their best. I learned he spoke French so I thought I that might comfort him if I spoke to him in French. wrong. he just shrugged me off and said its fine jooohn go. ha. ha. so adorable. we did our best to keep everyone happy at the reserved tables and it paid off. it did. we celebrated. we danced. we ate. we danced. after the couple took off we danced one last bit. I feared that we would have to clean up like at every other wedding reception. I just tried to imagine not having to though because there was a lot of work to do. well. you know sam by about now. so you can guess what happened. he put me to work. the whole day I thought about whether I wanted to write about him and there was a moment that sealed it for me. we were stacking up the chairs and needed another rack. the rack was literally about 35 yards under the stage. so you had to crawl on your knees to get it. I was walking by and I saw sam about half way there. I felt so humble. this little ol father working harder than I was so I yelled him down and told him to come back and I would finish it. I grabbed that rack and we began to work once again. he then put me to the hardest most tedious job. at one point I was doing it wrong and he began to say son son son no no no not like that. I am sorry I taught you it to you like so. ha. he went a little crazy. and called me son on top of it. wow. what a day. what a wedding. what a family. what a father. what a people. so selfless and so giving. I envy. I want to be like. yes. well there it was. call me jooohn






its not easy to update your blog when reading other peoples blogs are so much more interesting. and especially when their style is up your alley. its like your blogs get along. like at the playground. the virtual internet playground. im not suggesting that I like my own blog. but I understand my blog is different in its own ways. and now my blog has an identity. jeeze. anyway. im in denver and some homegirl be dancing right across from me. it makes me smile inside. ive been to four airports within the last week. and its not stopping. I arrive in another one here shortly. then we are off. international-bound.






I don’t spend much time watching t.v it is definitely a past time. gracie, lee, lex and I would watch hours and hours of t.v during our long hot summer days growing up. we didn’t install cable till late. so we would even settle on watching infomercials. when I left home for school I quickly found that t.v is a luxury especially cable t.v. we now have a d.t.v. and I will occasionally watch a ball game. but nothing more. I am sitting here now waiting for our departure. and this is my view. first of all. I love tennis. I love playing tennis. and surprisingly I love watching tennis. I love Wimbledon. I love London. I love France. and Tsonga (French) is playing. so. as you can tell. I am sort of loving this moment. I am okay with being a tennis fan. I don’t think I am fine with being a t.v fan. no. nope.



Friday, July 6, 2012

i can dance too

beach house played in salt lake last night. i got off work late and had little motivation to drive up alone. i went climbing instead. you see. last week jess and i road tripped from l.a back to provo and i had brought the new beach house album but i wasnt hooked. it didnt do it for me. i think i enjoyed a song or two. but that was it. leaving provo this morning i thought i would give them another shot. and guess what. i regret not heading up yesterday. these guys. wow. wow. or perhaps they are more for the air and not so much for the road. does that even make sense? i dont know. all i know is that i am boarding now to head to dallas. and i cant stop listening to beach house. period. salut john