Greetings from the land of solid-colored T-shirts with random slogans in English. Before I leave, anyone need a "What, me worry?" shirt? How 'bout a "Two heads are better than one!"? Then I'm totally your man.

Look I'm serious, these gems are all over the place. "I like the way you think." Let me know.

I'm in the thick of a busy last week here in the C-A-R. Divisive elections. Missionaries fighting the government. Venezuela's own Fox News-on-crack. I'm just hoping to go out on a busy high note - a last gasp of sorts. Not only is it the end, but it's The End. In less than a week, I officially graduate from paduan learner to MASTER JOURNALIST.

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[tumbleweed]

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[snicker]

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Obviously, you're supposed to read that last part in your best SNL-era Jon Lovitz voice. Basically, this means I go from fake-but-working to real-but-unemployed journalist. Maybe I should wait to wax poetic until I'm home, watching the paint dry back in God's Country this coming Monday.

(That is, if my flight schedule Sunday goes smoothly, which is a very big "if" considering it's Mexicana. Last time I flew them I swear we landed sideways.)

In the mean time, read LRS28's account of the final week because I identified with most of what she said. 'Except the whole-living-by-the beach thing, which was shockingly rude and inconsiderate of her to include.

But don't worry, people: The ban on all beach and surfing references, punishable by death, shall be lifted just as soon as your benevolent Supreme Dictator's plane touches ground at LAX. Hopefully not sideways.



El tiempo que te pertenece ya esta'cabando...
--Jarabe de Palo