The call finally ended, and I ran to the bathroom to get rid of the fly. I found no sign of it anywhere.

I have no ending to this story, except that there is ANOTHER fly (how do they keep getting in?!) buzzing around and a Zoom in 23 minutes and I have an irrational fear of turning on the camera.

I chose option 2, and tried desperately to focus on the rest of the conversation, which lasted for 40+ minutes while the tiny movements inside my bra got slower and slower.

I had two choices:
1. Turn off the camera and try to get it out (unprofessional)
2. Try to ignore it while waiting for it to free itself (torture)

Rainbow Mountain the day before yesterday was even crazier. I’ll post photos soon, but we went from about 15k’ to 17k’, and it went from sunny and pleasant on the way up to a biting hailstorm on the way down! And the altitude was rough—someone in our group needed oxygen.

Haha you’re the third person to send this to me!

But then again, it took me a year of living here to figure out the pronunciation of “Sepulveda,” so…