Journal Entry #6

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I woke up at Benny’s casa in Bala Cynwood, the burbs of Philly, and we went to hit some balls at a local driving range/batting cage. It was a lot of fun, I had not done that in years!
Later on Benny’s family had a Bar-B-Q, and we sat around drinking some Yuengling beers and eating for a little while. I found out that Benny’s P’s are excellent cooks, and I enjoyed the grilled cuts of turkey, hot dogs, and sausages immensely. After saying our goodbyes, we loaded up the car and headed up to NYC. Pretty uneventful trip, but we did hit some traffic on the Jersey turnpike.
We finally arrived in Long Island, where Benny is going to school at Hofstra.


BENNY BOY

This area consists of a lot of neighborhoods, with houses sitting close together, and cars lining the tiny little streets. People are out at night sitting on their front porches, just talking and playing cards and stuff. Pretty uneventful night, we went to some diner that was pretty expensive and definitely not worth the buck. Went to sleep around two so that we could get up early and go explore the city today. So right now I am waiting for Benny to get ready, and then we are off to do some sightseeing over in the Big Apple! More later...

Journal Entry #5

Didn’t write yesterday, didn’t have much to say. Had a day of relaxation by the pool, shopped at Whole Foods Market, the best grocery store ever, and afterwards I worked out pretty intensely. I should, however, briefly speak about the dinner. It would stir envy in the eye of any chef worldwide, inspire drool to drip from the mouth of any food connoisseur, and satisfy the rumbling belly of anyone, including the pickiest of the picky. My mom has a hidden talent, and if she could spend half the energy that she does at her job cooking at her own restaurant, she could have the most marvelous restaurant on the face of the earth and become quite rich. Last night, she made me my favorite meal, rainbow trout (slightly breaded and fried to perfection), accompanied by wild rice and an artichoke, served with a creamy lemon butter sauce. Simply put, heavenly. This meal would humble the gods! That one meal was the highlight of the trip, the week, and possibly my entire existence! Travel tip #5: Go home! Nothing is like good ole’ home cooking.
Today was quite interesting. I booked a bus ticket online through an agency called New Century Travel, an all Asian bus line that runs from DC to Philly to NY and back. I call it the Chinatown Express, cuz the buses run in between the Chinatowns of these cities, plus it is Chinese owned and operated.
Chinatown NYC

It is by far the cheapest mode of transport that I know of in the area, with a one way from DC to Philly costing only 15 bucks, half that of Greyhound, and a quarter of the price of Amtrak. This was an adventure in itself. Completely unorganized, yet far more comfortable than greyhound, we left from DC only 20 minutes or so late. I sat next to quite the interesting character. Bus people are always strange. His name was Daniel, a man raised in Wisconsin, and he quit a plush job on Wall Street to pursue a career as a singing star of the opera (It is apparently true that the opera singer must be hefty, cuz this guy was no small man!). But despite the madness of the man, he was very nice. He had just finished up a show in DC, and was headed back to Germany, where he currently resides, and makes a full time living out of Opera. I asked him if he had met any interesting people in his line of work ( I was thinking of famous people) and he responded in the affirmative. However, not as I had expected! He emphasized the weirdos he had met, which apparently there are a lot of extremely strange people in the world of performing arts!. After making pleasantries, I dozed off, and awoke when we were exiting the highway. This is when it gets good.
We exited the highway, and immediately got back on the on-ramp. But we did not continue, and the Asian captain of the bus immediately whipped us around in reverse, and began speeding backwards along the on-ramp, as cars entering the highway narrowly dodged colliding into us, making quite the intense situation. We then hopped on some country bum-fuck road, weaving through green pastures and farm land, every now and then seeing a cemetery, no doubt filled with veterans of the civil war. I knew something strange was in the air, cuz the driver was barking into his walkie talkie in some Asian tongue, cruising past streets, only to back up and make the turn. After about a half hour of this, he finally opened up the door and asked someone how to get back to 95! Can you imagine paying Delta to take you to Philly, only to get lost and ask for directions, while all the passengers could see what was happening right in front of them? This would cause an uproar! Now imagine this when half of the people are immigrants, probably illegal, and the other half are these crazy up north types. Well, we finally made it to Philly, and only a half hour late, which I think is a miracle, considering we left twenty minutes late and the bus got lost in the middle of nowhere.
My good friend Benny, accompanied by Donna (his old lady), his pop, and his Grandma Phyliss, picked me up. We then took a short trip over to Jersey to drop off Grandma Phyliss, amidst torrential downpours of rain. We came back to Philly, after a brief pit-stop at the King of Pizza for a quick slice, which had decent ‘za at a reasonable price, and took the little city tour. Benny’s dad turned out to be quite the expert on the local history, sites, and people, and gave us all, even Benny who grew up here, a great tour of the area. Philly is far different than I imagined. Culturally diverse in every aspect of the word, this city of two million has it all: history, colonial architecture, art, and many parks and squares, making it one of the most beautiful cities that I have seen, certainly in the US. There was not a building that Benny’s dad did not know, and we saw the world famous liberty bell, city hall, a couple of the US’s first banks, among many other sites. Of course he took us to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which is famous not only for the great attractions it draws, but is featured in one the most prominent American films ever, Rocky. And in the boxers’s footsteps, we too hopped out of the car and ran up the stairs leading to the front door of the museum. From the top, you can see the entire city, resting between two rivers, with all the brick work lain in between, which would make the most critical mason in the world proud to see. Ah yes, Philly, the city of brotherly love is a sight of magnificence.
We later came back and I was introduced to his brother Jordan, his mom, and his prized dog Sophie. After a while here, we went and picked up his cousin Lauren and her boyfriend Don, and all of us youngins went out to eat at Jim’s, one of the best places in the world to get a Philly cheese steak sandwich. Located on South St, this joint’s walls are lined with autographs of some of the most famous people, including Bruce Willis. A line of hungry folks was wrapped around the corner, patiently waiting for one of those mouth-watering sandwiches. This part of town has a lively nightlife, where the young and old alike gather to have a good time, first eating at a number of restaurants, and then partying the night away.
We came back to Bala Cynwood, and dropped off the kiddies (those under 21). From there we went out to Manayunk, or some crazy word like that, located in the burbs of Philly. Benny, Donna, and I cruised down the strip, and eventually found ourselves at the Diner, where we met a pretty young bartender named Brittany. There, we had a couple of drinks, and headed back home. That is about it, so I will talk to you later.

Journal Entry #4

Today, was another busy day of running errands. I don’t know why, but I am super busy trying to do all the things that I need to do, even when I am on vacation. We went down to the Argentina consulate this afternoon to try and apply for a visa. Of course I did not have everything that I needed, and had to go take passport pictures to hand in with the visa application. After returning to the consulate, this task still was still unable to be completed, for they need an official letter of acceptance from the university before the application can be processed. Oh the joys of bureaucracy, the "simplicities" of life! Why can’t these things be as easy as they sound? Also, the Universidad Catolica must contact immigration, which must then contact the consulate. So many loose ends to tie up, and I am running out of time. From there we went by the ISEP (the study abroad program that I went through) building to drop off the acceptance letters for the study abroad program, because Ann Wessing called and informed me that I had forgotten to do this. However, we were unable to do this as well because Ann had not signed the papers. Once again, another thing I was unable to complete, and it still cannot be erased from my always growing, never shrinking to-do list.
The day was actually quite pleasant though. Due to my directionally dysfunctional mother’s driving capabilities, we decided that it would be much easier to walk around and take the Metro to run these errands. In large cities, it is often easier to rely on the ancient art form of walking than it is to drive, due to parking, wrong turns, and traffic. While walking, I gazed around at my surroundings. The buildings are all very nice looking, with wide varieties of architecture, ranging from ancient to modern, eastern to western, and everything, and I do mean everything in between. DC is the cream of the crop when it comes to being diverse as it is the capital of the USA, the melting pot of the world. The city’s wide variety of influences make it a very pleasant city. Everywhere you go there are people of all race and ethnic and religious backgrounds, speaking a plethora of languages. The unique cultures of the various regions of the world are displayed in the fashions of the people. This along with the rich history that is displayed on the many monuments and statues, DC is a fabulous place to visit. I can’t help but consider the possibility of attending grad school at Georgetown.
We actually got a chance to eat at that Matchbox joint to which my mom tried to bring us the other night. The atmosphere of the restaurant is really cool, and probably the cause of its success, however it was a little on the chilly side (bring a sweater). It was a narrow design, but three stories tall. The entrance level had a modern looking bar displaying fancy bottles of wine and booze. The coolest part was the brick stove, in which open flames were cooking what they are famous for, their delicious looking pizzas. My mom raves about them, Unfortunatly I work at the Pizza Slut and was in no mood to try the ‘za. In the back, pictures of the construction of the stove line the wall, making the customer feel like part of the creation process, an interesting marketing scheme. Upstairs the tables for two are small and close together, giving it a somewhat intimate feel. In the center of the tables were matchboxes. I don’t know if they were all the same, but our table featured matchboxes that were seafood oriented. I thought this interesting, as the restaurant is known for its pizza, and I think I had the only seafood item on the menu, a delicious crab-cake sandwich. The food was very nontraditional, unlike what one might find at an Applebee’s. The salads were all unique, only offering specialty dressings, and the normal sandwich fare all had somewhat odd sounding toppings. For instance, my mom ordered a salad with a balsamic vinaigrette dressing, accompanied by dried cherries, giving it delightfully sweet and sour contrast. Seemed like a good place to take a date. I did not taste it, but the pepperoni pizza appeared fabulous, and left my mouth watering. Prices seemed reasonable, although definitely not for the budget traveler. Meals from $7-30
Went for a jog along embassy row today and back through another beautiful neighborhood. It is very interesting to me that when one stands inside of an embassy, they are technically no longer in the US; they are standing on foreign soil! So I guess I went to Argentina today. And it was not that hard to imagine myself there, everyone was speaking castellano! While we were jogging, we saw a man protesting in front of the Vatican building, standing with a sign that states "the catholic church hides pedophiles". Apparently, he has been standing there in the same spot almost every day for years. Some people have way too much free time on their hands.
That’s all for now, time to catch some shuteye.

Journal Entry #3

What an exciting day today! I think today had a bit of everything, shopping, politics, inside information, exercise, and embassies. I even had a private tour of our nation’s capital, given by a member of congress! Let me recap.
Began the day around 9am, ate breakfast, and then off we went. Our first stop was the Argentina Embassy. You see, everything is all set for me to go to Argentina in July, except for the small matter of obtaining a visa. Jokingly, I told my mom that we should go down to the embassy first thing, just in case there was a problem, cuz they were probably having a holiday. Man, did I eat those words! Today is independence day for Argentina, which I should have already known, thus the embassy was closed. So... we went and did a little bit of shopping instead. I had to get a sweater, for it is a little on the chilly side here in the capital. Travel tip #1: Always bring a a sweatshirt or something in case it is cold. Travel Tip #2: Make a list of the stuff you intend on bringing, and check it off when you pack it. I would have remembered my hoody if it weren’t for this. I got a great deal on a sweater at J-Crew located in Friendship Heights, a shopping district inside of DC. We then ate lunch at Panera Bread, which is a great chain to get a quick bite to eat at a decent price. Upscale fast food that consists of bread, sandwiches, soup, and the like, which is a pretty healthy alternative to McDonald’s at only a sightly higher price.
On the way back we drove past the vice presidents house and countless embassies along embassy row. This is a very aesthetically pleasing route; the streets are lined with pretty trees, flags from all over the world, and architecture of a wide variety, ranging from middle eastern mosques to modern day structures, not faulting such styles as roman (I strongly recommend making this drive, walk, or biking it!). DC is a very pretty city. The streets venture through quaint little neighborhoods, around circles filled with fountains and people, and down through a typical downtown area with tall office buildings, although not quite as large as those in New York or Chi-town. In fact, there is a building code limiting the height of all the buildings so that it does not exceed the height of the capitol building. Another great part about this city is all of the other art, statues, monuments, and memorials that pop up everywhere. Big cities are always great for this. One can take a drive or just a simple stroll down the road and get lost in the diversity and intricacies of the metropolitan lifestyle.
We came back home and hit the gym at the Washington Hilton, also known by the locals as the Hinckley Hilton, due to the attempted assassination of president Reagan by John Hinckly back in the 80's. Washington is full of these fascinating stories regarding scandals, politics, and other controversies that only the locals might know. I ran about 4 miles, and then hit the weights, but only mildly. I want to build up my strength without hurting myself. Travel Tip #3: Try to get some exercise every day.
Tonight was probably the highlight of the trip. I was granted the honor of meeting one of America’s 435 congressmen, one of GA’s state representatives, Jim Marshal. He once was a law school professor of my mom, and gave her the lowest grade that she ever received at Mercer in Macon, GA. This grade, a B+, obviously did not stop her from gaining the respect of this man, for years later they are still in great contact.
He showed us a side of the nation that not many get to see. First, we went to his office in the Cannon House Office Building. The drive over there was painful. My mom tried to take a shortcut, or alternative route cuz she thought there would be traffic, and instead got us lost. It must have taken at least an hour, a drive that should have only taken 20 minutes. I think I will take the Metro next time. After seeing his office, we took a stroll over to the capital building, where he gave us a personal after hours tour while he was in between votes regarding the defense spending bill. This is an amazing building, from the inside and out, with it’s unique design. One side is dedicated to House of Representatives, and the other to the Senate. The building is divided by an enormous dome, reaching several stories into the sky. On the inside, the walls are lined with busts and statues of America’s most prominent historical figures, ranging from the founding father’s to scientists and inventors, from authors such as the first native female scribe to civil rights activists such as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. There are also gigantic murals depicting great historical moments. The floors and stairways are made primarily of white marble with rosy marble handrails, and plenty of mosaic decorations in the floors. The ceilings are lined with more busts, murals, important dates like 1776, and from them hang glimmering chandeliers, lighting up the rooms. The windows overlook the beautiful gardens, with views of other monuments and the city in the background.
One of the highlights of the tour was being in the Statuary Hall, also known as the Hall of Heros. If you stand in the right spot, you can hear someone on the opposite side of the room speaking crystal clear, even at a whisper. It is rumored that years ago, just after the construction of the building, the politicians did not know this. This caused their conversations to be overheard by opposing members, and crucial strategies were given to the other side without their knowledge. After the tour, we witnessed the final process of the vote, and heard all the congress men either say yeigh or neigh on the bill (and yes, they do still say yeigh, and neigh!), which was passed on to the next level. There was someone down on the floor level smoking a cigar. This was funny to me, because the man running the sound show told us that it was a non-smoking building. Imagine that, one of our nations lawmakers in direct violation of a law that he probably helped make in the very room that it would have been given approval. Politicians, what a bunch of hypocrites! Another interesting thing I learned, is that after the State of the Union address, reporters will ask various political figures, such as the members of congress, their view about the president’s stance on something. However, he or she will already have chosen a response, regardless of what the actual question is, and the media later goes back and edits the question to match the response. The media really plays a huge role in shaping the world around us. Reality becomes futile in a world of editing, where one can simply change history with the touch of a button.
To end the night, we had dinner at Bull Feathers, a little place with a pub-like atmosphere that people of the area, such as congressmen, go to unwind, grab a bite to eat, and have a beer after work on capitol hill. I had a hamburger with pepper jack cheese and a couple of Sam Adams Light beers. Over dinner I discussed school life with a congressman and my mom. He was very encouraging, and suggested that I may be able to get published in the Mobile Register, for his brother is the editor, overseeing a staff of 120. He also placed a big emphasis on getting a lot of exercise. We separated after this and he left me with these words: "Live Generously." Good advice, I think. I have been blessed with so much, I can only try to pass along some of this great luck to those who don’t have quite as much. This of course does not refer only to money, but to kindness and influence as well. This goes along great with the book that I am reading right now, How to Win Friends and Influence People. It is so weird, things always happen to me in a sequence. It must be a sign. For instance, while I am reading this book on self improvement, leadership, influencing others, and becoming more positive, a congressman tells me to live generously. When I decide to start my own business, The Wall Street Journal sends me an email containing a link to a website dedicated to the entrepreneur. I desired to become a travel writer, and The Lonely Planet sends me a solicitation of just this. Coincidence? I think not! Serendipity? Possibly! All of this is very encouraging, and I know that I will be able to live my dreams, I just cannot forget what they are. Oh yea, one last thing, On the way home, we missed at least one turn prolonging the short drive into a slightly longer trip. Yep, I will definitely take the Metro next time! Until Next time. Travel Tip #4 In a bag that you will have on you, like your carry-on bag or a back pack when exploring the city, always bring something to snack on and a bottle of water to control hunger and thirst. This also helps save money, cuz you can snack and avoid an expensive, potentially bad eating experiance. I recommend nuts. Chips will become crumbs, candy will melt. Nuts are also a good source of protein!

Journal Entry #2

I had a pretty good day today. The most important thing is that I got a lot acomplished. I awoke, well, sometime this morning. Come to think of it, I did not check the time. I ate breakfast with Gpa, always good to chat with him. It is very important to respect your elders and listen. Although everything may not be all that exciting, some pretty interesting stories come up occaisionaly. Unfortunatly, today was not one of those.
Later, took a walk through the woods with my dad. My grandparents property was a great place to experiance a childhood. They own twenty acres with two houses and a lake. As a child I experianced many great adventures there, playing in the woods, riding horses, shooting bows and arrows and guns, and hiking the depths of the Mini-Grand Canyon (this was just a small ravine that seemed really big to me at the time. A kid’s imagination will take him anywhere!). Back then the property really had no bounds, because the woods went on forever, and the closest neighbor was miles away. Now it is a lot different. There is a trail that circumnavigates the property, cutting through the woods, traversing a dam across the lake, and connecting back to the driveway. From this trail, where you could at one time embark on an adventure into the woods, you can now see the surrounding residential buildup of boring, look-alike houses that are claustrophobically close. The trail was very overgrown today, but we did a little bit of pruning to put the growth in check. I could probably work 40 hours a week for 2 months straight and still not finish everything that needs to be done around here. It was nice spending that time with my dad. Don’t get to see him as much as I would like to these days, him living in CO/GA and me down in FL. Before returning home, we picked some roses for Gma. Anything to brighten up her day, even if only for a minute. When we got back, I remembered how much I hate ticks! I pulled 4 of the fuckers off when we got back.
After that, I went on a jog on that same trail. Ran around the property 3x and then did 60 push-ups and 60 sit-ups. This is very important to me, cuz I need to get in shape. Made a deal with my friend Andrés a little while ago that we would not do any partying unless we had done our exercise for the day. My goal is to run 5 miles a day and do 200 push-ups and sit-ups a day by the end of the summer, and get a 6pack.
I also spent some time analyzing stocks with my dad. He is interested in investing a lot of his inheritance from Aunt Martha Ellen’s death. So far I have done a little bit of investing, and have seen a 10% increase in only 2 months. We have been looking at investing in hybrid car technology, and after reading an article in Wired Magazine, decided Toyota was the way to go. So he cut me a check which I will put into my Sharebuilder portfolio. Worth mention here are my top earners, Whole Foods Market, Dean Foods, and the mother-load, Google.
I still need some equipment for my journeys. Top priority is a digital camera, backpack, tent, and sleeping bag. All of these will help me travel. Did some research on consumer reports and backpackers magazine’s website, and selected a few items to buy from amazon Afterwards I packed my bags and was off to the Atlanta Airport, headed to DC to see Ma Dukes. Airtran has a deal so that you can fly standby for 59 bucks called the X-fare, of which I decided to try to take advantage. I called to check the availability and found out there was plenty of room, went to the Atlanta Airport, and got it with no problem. After taxes the fare was still less than $70US, and now I am sitting in my mom’s living room in DC.
The arrival was a bit more exciting, depending on how you look at it. We of course did not make the right turn and missed the scenic way into town, from which one can see some of the monuments and memorials, like the Lincoln memorial, in honor of the 16th president. Then we went to Matchstix, a restaurant in Chinatown at the corner of 7th and H st., that was closing at about 10:30. What a shame, because it had a really nice ambience, and according to my mom has great pizza. With her seal of approval, it must be good, as she is one of the pickiest people that I have known. This part of town looks really cool, with Chinese architecture and artwork lining the streets. There was even a Hooters restaurant that appeared to have its name in Chinese above the door! However, seemed a little sketchy at night. Maybe it was the drunks or the crack-heads (I think I even saw a hooker), but I just had a weird little feeling of anxiety being there. There also seemed to be some people just hanging out that seemed out of place. Drug dealers, robbers, or even rapists perhaps. I hate to sound judgmental, characterizing people by their looks, but that is part of being street smart. Sometimes you just know to look out, and these things, along with a gut feeling telling you that something is not right, are things you need to know and sense when you are anywhere, especially in a strange place. Even if you are wrong about your judgements, it is always good to trust these instincts, cuz it is a lot better to not know if something bad would have happened, than to find out if it does. I also don’t like it when people go out of their way to approach you, trying to help you out or sell you something. Hustlers can spot a tourist from a mile away, and it is best just to ignore them. I don’t even say anything, just keep on walking, keep on movin’. And that is what it is all about, just moving on along, getting by right? Well, more later.

Journal entry #1

Today the journey begins, the journey that will transform my ordinary life of a college student into a lifestyle of adventure, action, romance, and whatever else may follow. I just finished up my sophomore/junior year of college at Eckerd College in St. Pete, FL, where I will receive a double degree in International Business and Spanish.
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DOWNTOWN ST. PETE

I have devised a plan which will hopefully carry me throughout the rest of my life. This summer I will travel in between Florida, Georgia, D.C., and Colorado. These travels will no doubt be full of exploits, danger, and adventures, but the highlight will come in July; I have a one way ticket to Córdoba, Argentina, where I will study at La Universidad Catolica de Córdoba for a semester. From there I will do some traveling and write about my experiences, documenting the differences in culture and language, lifestyle, and standards of living. But enough about the future, lets talk about today’s adventures.
I started the day out at my house in St. Petersburg, Fl. It was hectic, as all travel days are. I awoke at about 9, and began the day with a hot cup of coffee. Good god o’mighty what a great way to start the day, with some freshly ground coffee beans that I bought at the local Albertsons Grocery Store (The Albertsons on 54th Ave S has got to be the worst store in the world!). After drinking that, I went to work, trying to tie up some loose ends. First, I had to make some flyers advertising some furniture that I will be selling before I go to Argentina. I placed these around at laundry mats and mailboxes at a few apartment complexes in the neighborhood. After completing this task, off to St. Vincent Paul Thrift Store on 34th st., to donate some stuff out of the goodwill of my heart! (Actually, I knew that I could not sell this stuff, so off to Charity it goes. When I am rich I will donate lots. I really would like to try to end poverty, it is ridiculous that 2/3rds of the world lives in abject poverty.) Finally, I was able to pack up my car with some stuff to store at the Gparents house in Maconga (Macon, GA). I hit the road about noon, and was amazed, no, astonished that I did not hit any traffic going through Tampa on 275 N. I think that this was a first. The trip was pretty uneventful. Along the way I saw some road-kill: a racoon, an opossum, and a dog. I had to stop for gas, and ate some Mickey D’s. Ran into a little bit of traffic in southern GA, but nothing to cry about. That section of the highway has been under construction ever since I first moved to St. Pete two years ago, reckon it will be for at least another two years, although I can’t quite figure out what they are doing. I arrived in Mactown around 6pm, right on schedule.
I haven’t been doing much since my arrival, other than unpacking and visiting with the Gparents and my dad. Gene Bass and Catfish stopped by to do some fishing at the lake. I haven’t seen them since the good ole days of traveling around with the JC boys. Catfish is touring with the Marshall Tucker band, told me to check em out next time they were in FL.
Gma is ok, struggling with Alzheimer’s as best she can. She is pretty advanced now, but seemed happy to see me, even if she doesn’t know who I am anymore. She recognizes my name, D3, but not the face, and every time I leave the room, I must remind her who I am and where I’ve come from, if not everything else about me. I don’t mind going through it over and over again, they say it is best just to go along with it instead of trying to argue with someone in her state. Don’t know who is worse, her or Gpa. Bless his heart. He always seems so worn down everytime I am here. It must be hard to see someone that you’ve known your whole life, and this is over an 80 year long life, morph into some one so helpless. It is a very strange disease, completely eating away at the mental functions. Regardless of their condition, it will always be good to see them. What a funny world we live in, where people grow up, move out, and see their loved ones just a couple of times a year, if their lucky. A hundred years ago that would have seemed absurd. So busy we are with the hustle and bustle of life, money, school, etc... Is this our purpose on this globe? It would be nice if we were all well off, and did not have to worry about what happens next, and we could hold and cherish those that we keep so dear to our hearts more often. Yet, I would not be happy with that; I was put on this earth to wander, searching for something that I have not yet found. Or maybe I already have, it is hard to say, as I do not yet know for what it is I am searching. Well, I don’t know what else to write, so I will leave it at that.