The case of the missing soap

Sometimes living with a family that´s not really yours is a mystery.

I haven´t figured out when or where my parents shower. Not that they smell (on the contrary, one day my dad was spritzing his Brazilian cologne all over and then squirted me so I smelled like Man for a day... oh fun) but I just wonder why I don´t ever see them use the bathroom I use. I don´t think it´s just my bathroom, since there´s only one other one and that´s the maids´.
The real mystery is this matter of soap. Sometimes it´s there... and sometimes it´s not. It´s like the traveling soap bar. Once or twice i´ve gone into the kitchen only to find my dad washing his face in the kitchen sink. At these times, I believe he takes the soap from the bathroom and then just kind of leaves it in the kitchen. I´m not sure what he has against the bathroom, maybe he prefers the larger kitchen sink. I don´t know. Other times, I have no idea where the bar of soap has gone. Is it in Rosi´s room? Did mom take it somewhere? Are we out? Beats me! So I´ll just stay prepared for anything, or nothing in terms of soap.
I haven´t died of a crazy bacteria yet.

In other news:
-my birthday here in Ecuador was one of the best I´ve ever had.
-I ran with 5000 other people on Sunday in the Nike 10k. It was a great cultural experience, and I felt really good with how Katie and I did.
-Skype is one of the best things ever created.

until next time,