I know I have not written to you in a very long time, and I am deeply sorry for having abandoned you for so long.
As you know, however, some of my recent accomplishments are not yet open to the public, and so must remain, in the meanwhile, in silence.
So as not to lose the continuity of my records, I'll start off where my life's events begin to lose their state of secrecy - the final days of July and the beginning ones of August. I'll have to move quickly through time - please forgive me if my description lacks detail (and if it has too much, as well) :)
I came back to Guatemala on July the 25th with my mom, and came back home. After our impromptu trip, the main subject on many of my family members' minds was my sister's upcoming wedding. Alicia, my younger 19-year old sister, was to be married on Saturday, wAugust the 11th. With my family members scattered across the continent, this occasion managed to bring us all back together again. My brother Marcos, my dad, and my brother Pedro all came several days before the wedding. My sister Isabel, who had been in Yale University, was last - she came the day before the wedding on the afternoon. It was a little strange to have the complete family reunited again, but nobody made such a big fuss about it. I gave them all welcome hugs and everything when they came.
Some of my family members have changed a little. Isabel, the 16-year old (now 17) is definitely having a positive change in her life. As compared to two years ago, her self-confidence is now bursting and growing very healthily, and she seems to be perpetually happy. She has also developed a more curvacious and attractive body, and seems to have slightly forgotten some of the more sophisticated words in Spanish, which she almost unconsciously replaces with the equivalent words in English. Pedro, however, showed the most drastic change. The last time I saw him, he was beginning to stretch upwards and his voice was noticeably hoarse. When he came for the wedding, however, I was a little shocked to see him. He is now only a little lower than me, his body is definitely shaping up, and his voice is even more masculine - almost as deep as mine. Everyone mentioned his quick transition from boy to... well... adolescent. (He's still only 13).
Just the night before the wedding, my sister and her soon-to-be-husband slept in the same hotel at Antigua (not in the same room, in case you're thinking what I thought when I found out...) That night, I was comfortably chatting and typing on my computer in my room when I was asked by my mom to do her an unusual favor: take one of the dresses my sister Alicia was to wear the next day to her hotel in Antigua, and stay there for the night. I was only too glad to do so - it was Friday night, and you can ask anyone and they'll tell you that Antigua is quite the party center.
So about an hour later, I was leaving for Antigua with my dress shirt and suit in the car, along with my sister's wedding dress. I had a bit of a hard time finding the hotel, but I finally got there. It was conveniently placed only a few blocks from the famous disco "La Casbah". I met with my sister, placed my stuff inside the room, told her I was going out, and left for "La Casbah". I paid Q30 to get inside, sat on the bar, ordered a free Cuba Libre included with the ticket, and slowly drank it while observing the surrounding female movement. Though attractive, the specimens seemed to always be accompanied by males, which made it unconvenient for me to make a move. After a while, lured by the trance music, I stepped onto the dancefloor and began moving and sliding as I best felt I could without hitting the surrounding dancing people. I tried to establish conversation with a couple of VERY ATTRACTIVE British girls, but they simply ignored me. I decided not to care too much about them - I just listened to the music and danced the rest of the night. I only spent about an hour dancing, but it was pretty cool. I then went back to the hotel room, with Q30 less and with much more musical relief.
The next day, the wedding day, was a series of protocolary,
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