Wednesday, July 3, 2013


Have arrived in Brooklyn and things are great and confusing. Had lunch at a local Mexican place where we were given crayons and sheets of paper. Suddenly we made drawings of how we were feeling. Some looked as happy as in real life. 

Others didn't stretch their imagination too much .

And then there were those whose inner feelings did not seem to 
correspond too much with their exterior looks. 

Have caught on with the local mode of transportation.