Now that Chris religiously leaves his autodialing phone in the truck, when I ask him for the time he’ll respond by saying, “I don’t have my cellphone.” Never, “I don’t have a watch.” Before the dynamic duo departed for Managua, Diane asked Matt to please send her Betha’s last name. Instead he sent her Bertha’s cell phone number.

At 2 AM last night, Diane blurted out, ”They got pictures with the president.”

Assuming she was blithering in her sleep, I replied, “ That is fantastic.” I was tempted to probe her unconscious with more questions, but before I could, she added, “Hil’s sick. When I got up to go peeps I checked my email.”

Here is Hil in full:

he stopped ignoring me as soon as i sent that. every now and then one of us gets cranky, which is just fine. nothing’s wrong or anything.

the last name is cuadra.

i’m not going to write a long email, but here’s what has happened so far:
i felt sick during classes, took a cab home afterwards. made it into my room and puked my brains out. matt called saying he’d be there in a few minutes. packed. got picked up. came here. hung out here a little. went to the presidential building. got inside. told bertha i was going to throw up. she told me to wait. i told her i couldn’t. her sister got me to the bathroom. threw up (JUST FANTASTIC, NO!?). waited for 2 hours to get a picture with a present. talked with him and got a few pictures. left. came here. hung out. ate (i had a jello. everyone else had yummy looking nica food. jealous). now i’m here. so ya. that’s life. i haven’t been sick at all and NOW i get sick. wonderful. the jello seems to be doing ok. even though the second time i only had water. whatever. i’ll get better. or something. i didn’t tell my dad i was sick sooo…. if you want you can pass along the message but tell not to worry, i’ll be fine, and if he calls i’ll be VERY ANGRY.

i love you all, Hilary