Hey todos!

This is the story that Olmo, Lisa, Lalo, Maggie, Laura and i came up with on our way to San Cristobal that very first night. It was the beginning, for me at least, of some of us starting to come together as a group.

Please forgive any spelling mistakes as i'm still writing Spanish phonetically.

QUE ONDA WAY COMO YOU ESTADAS CHIDO FRESCO Y VIAJANDO TO CHIAPAS WHERE LAS CUCARACHA SE MOURIO!

I wonder if we should continue on with the story? Feel free to add new stuff, anyone!

best wishes - noah