A writer without words

Its been over 3 months now since i left my new family and friends back in Guayaquil yet it seems somehow like i’m still there. Never do I forget our times together the good and the bad. The cs group i helped to build continues to shine and as a wonderful surprise my mami Karen decided to organize a British cs party on my behalf.

I really am gobsmacked. I’ll let the photos do the talking..

Fishes flying

My amazing family, wow i love you so much

Castaway, Wilson never looked so handsome.

Papi loves to kiss my balls, hehe

Lil sis, que linda…

orrrrrrrrrrrr

Angels

Flying the flag of unity

Family and friends

More fish that can fly

Superfishhhhhhhhh

Pilsener, home sweet home

Crazy Doc doing the doc dance

Now im crying….

Luis, thanks for visiting me in hospital bro..

Gods gift to me, my two little angels

The gang

Dedicated to you mami, i love you so much

Gracias todo

your son

brother

eternal soul mate

you just made my year!!

Saluteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

One Response to “A writer without words”

  1. Rulo / Asunción Says:

    Whata madly nice sensation… isn`t like this bro??

    They look like very nice people. I hope I could visit them some time.

    And congratulations also, I gues you had something to do whit this strangeinglishgodadorationparty… jejejejeee

    Take it easy! See you this weekend!

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