In which a tree-hugging, liberal neo-hippy vegan mama writes about her life as a transplanted Gringa in Ticolandia, animal rights, human rights, and anything else that might strike her fancy. She swears a lot and she can be rather snarky. You've been warned.
In other news, because we still are waiting for esposo to get home (maybe January 5th?), we have not officially celebrated Christmas yet. So we went to the after-Christmas sale at Cemaco yesterday and bought a tree's worth of half-price ornaments. No lights left, though.