day 3: still missing you, but better

So, as I predicted, everything did indeed look better in the morning.  Yesterday was very fun.  We went to two museums, on of which was really boring and one in which I lamented the inability to take pictures.  I got some nice pictures with my grandma.  we had a free evening so we went to a great cathedral built by some missionary who was a jerk and knocked down the native church.  He did some good things too, but I would not have wanted to know him in person.  I lit four candles there, three for specific people and one for safe travels for Becca, Kasey, Claire, Grandma and I.  We also went to a chapel which has a self-supporting spiral staircase made entirely of wood that was built by an anonymous man who showed up after the nuns prayed for a staircase.  That one was very commercialized.  You had to go through the gift shop to leave.  My grandma fell outside the chapel and she's a little bruised but thank god otherwise okay.

Today we went to the Puye which was pueblo built into the cliffs which was wonderful to look at and I really liked our guide.  We went to another pueblo that is a national historical park as well called Pecos.  I sat with a nice boy named Benjamin at lunch and two friends of his.  He is a character.  He's so funny, kind of loud when he wants to be but very polite.  He has long hair and is quite eccentric by the standard of this group.  He reminded me of Ashland.  He somehow managed to find me and these two other quiet people in the group and get us all at one table with him, acting as sort of supporting actors to his show.  It was very nice to talk with someone I thought I could actually be friends with in real life.  He made a point after that of seeking me out, which was nice to, to know that he also enjoyed spending time with me.

I'm getting used to my grandma's particular brand of rudeness, although I about wanted to punch her when she kept interrupting my reading.  She once even reached her arm directly over my book without asking and proceeded to have a conversation over me with her hand still there.  I'm reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' for Comp and it's so philosophically wonderful to me.  I tried to have a conversation with my grandmother about some of the ideas presented, but she was glazing over in that way people do when not only do they not understand but they would not enjoy it if they did.  Where's Maddy when you need her?

I miss you all, can't wait to see you.  Love you! <3