One of the first things I was told about Puyo is that it has more dumptrucks per capita than any other city in the world. The traditional dish of Puyo is actually called the dumptruck. “Why so many dumptrucks?” I asked. “Because”, they responded definitively, “you can’t do anything without them”. Hmm. Not the most satisfying answer, but it’ll have to do.
October 26, 2008 at 9:09 pm
sitting in Suz’s house in SP, drinking tea and reading your blogs since the fish on my treo w/ Mum and Suz. We are soooo delighted and sending soooo much love. We think you are the very best of gringoz. xoxoxoxo
November 10, 2008 at 3:15 am
Ola!
Hi there Oh. I wonder what you’ve been up to for the last two weeks. My big event is coming up Wed., then the next morning I fly to Oslo to stay with Fredrik and Anita and their 18 month old daughter Ella for one night, then off to Jaarna to teach entrepreneurship for a week. They’re expecting a baby boy Dec. 1. If he comes on his due date, I’ll lobby that he be named after you…Ohcyrus.
We had a dusting of snow yesterday, our first, and the temp has not climbed above freezing since. The lake will definitely still be open when you’re here for Thanksgiving.
Missing you lots and can’t wait to see you,
Pops
November 10, 2008 at 4:28 am
your public is clamoring for news!!!!!!
yer mama
March 13, 2009 at 8:41 pm
Do another post!! Pics or something!