
In a stroke of fate that is let's say not surprising Caitlin was gifted a kitten by our ever friendly and muppet voiced landlord, Doña Sofia. Being a Canfield, she was unable to reject the offer. We now have in our room with a view an adorable and incredibly spunky baby boy by the name of Salvador. Or Sal, if you please. Or Simba. He's cute and acts pretty much like you'd expect a month old kitten to behave. Plays like hell. Sleeps. Repeat.

He may look cute but there is deep imbedded lion blood in this creature. He's an athletic freak (moreso by the day) eats more than Caitlin and I combined and is hardly bigger than my hand. His high pitched and somewhat demanding meow is unendingly adorable except when it happens in a pleading attempt at play at 4 in the morning. Otherwise, good stuff.

If you squint you can see the Fair Maiden seated in the corner of the store in Copacabana. It doesn't give you much perspective as to how tiny the place is, but four people in the store and you can tell what everyone else had for lunch. There's Lonely Planets, music, random books in at least 9 languages, compasses, ponchos, backpacks and much more. I don't really know what to say after that.

The "Pay Coo Coo" or Miss Primitiva Quispe Quispe and Caitlin. Primi is first cousins with Yoda.
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