AAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!

So we don't have much time today, we hoped we were going to be able to post some pictures today, but alas, we couldn't figure out exactly where we saved them on the computer...so maybe tomorrow!

To compensate we would like to fill you in on a few tid-bits from around the world. A dash of background and a sprinkle of updates in our soup of an adventure.

In breaking news, we had our first couple fight....Cause: believe it or not, the BLOG! We know what you must be thinking- how could anything so beautiful ever cause anything but true harmony in the world? However, this BLOG is our blood sweat, and now literal tears. Maybe not literal, but theoretical. Here is how it went.
M: Are you done writing your e-mails?
E: Well I mean not really but we can write our BLOG now anyways.
M: Oh well I don't think we'll have enough time.
E: No, we'll totally have enough time, I'll just sign-off my computer and we can start the BLOG.
M:No, you should finish your e-mails.
E:No, it's really ok.
ETC.
EARTH SHAKING!
So now that you have gotten a glimpse of our anger, we would like to smoothly segue into the theme of this week...RAGE

Inspired by our dearest bloodhound and supposed guest BLOGGER Will Stamell... or more fondly known as the RAGING WILIKISTER. In reminder, that is pronounced WILL-A-KEESTER or KEESTAH depending on mood and preference. Poor Raging Wilikister is trapped everyday with us in Swahili class for four straight hours, which really could evoke rage within even the most tranquil of individuals, so we really do not blame him. After such torment, Wiikister has been known to exit in a blind rage screaming KWA HIVYO, KWAHERI, haphazardly over his shoulder. In english that translates as follows; THEREFORE, GOODBYE! In case you were wondering.

We figure it is only right to describe the other poor individuals who were handed the unfair fate of sharing this trip with us. OOFTAH, or in the words of our wonderful swahili teacher, Anne... A-Waaaaaoooooowwww....
We decided a series of analogies would be the best possible way to do this.
If our group was a family, Beth-Ann would most certainly be the mother. Yesterday alone, she sunscreened our backs 20 seperate times, singlehandedly built a palm frond shelter for shade on the beach, and also managed to capture every moment on camera. We really would be lost without her. BETH-ANN for president. or in her words, World Dictator.

Well... we actually really have to go.. but we'll describe the rest of the fam tomorrow, and hopefully we'll bring some photo evidence of these people!

XOXO,
Gossip Athman