Venezuela Pt. 1
We started our day with a 4am alarm, and after the panick attack of locking up the house, we were on our way to the Sunport. It was early, bad breath among us, but we took off on time headed for Dallas. Goodbye desert.
In Dallas it was all about tea and crumpets. We were starving, and the only availble option was a little french cuisine. Wild Mushroom soup to be exact.
Finally, after our third layover, we borded a plane bound for Caracas and left the U.S. via Miami International. Unlike my second better half, I love airplane food. You only eat it once in a while so it will not kill you, and everything comes in little wrapped savory packages.
After almost a two hour long line of switchbacks and anxiety attacks, we went through customs and we were welcomed by my familty with signs and all. It was awesome. We arrived at my aunts quinta. Paps was there with a cigar, Josie downed a pint of coconut water, and I scarfed down two bowls of Grandmas special soup. Then we consumed some Solera, a Venezuelan pils, and shot the ish for a while.
This morning I walked out to the courtyard and found my dad chilling with Bongo.
Josie and I enjoyed some coffee, sun, breeze, and views from the terrace.Thats when I decided to smoke again for the duration of the vacation. It was lovely.
Then it was time for a couple of missions. The beautiful ladies needed to get their hair did for the wedding tonight. So we were off to the mall. I apologize in advance for the following pictures becuase they were taking from inside the car with the windows up. You do not want to roll your windows down when you are rolling hard in a Ford f150 thats sitting on 24 inch chrome.
This is the street my aunt lives on. It is purty. In the foothills.
Heres Josie after getting her hair did by a flamboyant Venezuelan hair pro.
Then it was time for a couple of missions. The beautiful ladies needed to get their hair did for the wedding tonight. So we were off to the mall. I apologize in advance for the following pictures becuase they were taking from inside the car with the windows up. You do not want to roll your windows down when you are rolling hard in a Ford f150 thats sitting on 24 inch chrome.
This is the street my aunt lives on. It is purty. In the foothills.
Heres Josie after getting her hair did by a flamboyant Venezuelan hair pro.She looks great.
Shots from the highway. The classic NesCafe building.
Some pro Chavez propaganda. This ish is everywhere. Along with billboards of Che, and amazing murals. I will try to apprehend some shots of those throughout the trip. I love it.
We picked up my ma who was at my grandmothers house and decided it was a perfect photo op. 
They both got their hair straightened did. Them curls just get too hot out here.
Shots from the highway. The classic NesCafe building.
Some pro Chavez propaganda. This ish is everywhere. Along with billboards of Che, and amazing murals. I will try to apprehend some shots of those throughout the trip. I love it.
We picked up my ma who was at my grandmothers house and decided it was a perfect photo op.From left, me, Grandma from moms side, mom, Josie, Grandma from dads side. These are the ladies in my life, they are precious arent they.
They both got their hair straightened did. Them curls just get too hot out here.Plus they look good. Here they are talking about it. Mom did it on the downlow cuz papa Fig doesnt like the straight hair.
Now we are getting ready for the wedding. My cousin is getting married. I somehow was able to sneak in this blog.
Now we are getting ready for the wedding. My cousin is getting married. I somehow was able to sneak in this blog.I have to go put on my penguin tail tux now and be on the altar in an hour. Good news though, I dont have to shave! Gotta go, I will update this blog again soon.
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