12/15/16 First entry.

Ok so first journal.

Diego said its basically like Facebook but stone age and other people cant automatically see it.

I'm totally doing this just because of you Eleanor. Since you couldn't come. This way of writing down memories is too old school for me but, when you used that 'Mary Poppins' Sexy Brit accent of yours on me, and your logic of helping my "dismal grasp of the English language." (Hey! I'm American! Whadya mean my 'glish needs help!) -meh, fine.

Maybe you're right and it'll help me with Prof. Vazquez's class.

Anyway….

AAAAAAAAAAAaaah! [Handmade grinning emoji]

OMG I can't believe this happening. Pinch me wake me up! Wait no, don't! Not for a week!

Cant be luck, mines not that good. Just ask Diego about the last time we had a coin toss contest to prove it.

But what ever it is… I'M GOING TO THE FRICKEN CARIBBEAN!!! Whooooooooot!

Ditching the snow for suntan lotion! Sooo glad Diego won this contest thing too. Don't remember entering it but he said not to sweat it. He's right.

So anyway now we are waiting for last plane to pick us up and take us to… La Huerta! The name just sounds like tropical magic. The flyers the uber perky tour guide Lila gave us makes the place seem a little too good to be true. Probably have to sit through hours of timeshare sales pitch meetings at some point (usually how free trips work) but nothing is going to ruin this trip! Not even this jet lag.

-S.