Bienvenidos! In Peru now, in a van with Agents Bloom and Nash. I'm having some stomach pains, but trying to fight through it. It must have been the "alpacas y cuyes," which I had earlier. I was told it was akin to surf and turf but as it turns out, it's alpaca meat rolled around a whole guinea pig. Normally I wouldn't eat something so cute but when it comes to my idols, I'm very susceptible to peer pressure. I gotta say, it was oddly delicious. But now I'm paying for it... ow.
Since Italy (and Tessa) I've been a little in the dumps and second-guessing my Mrs.
Hoyt-dar. And what's the best remedy for a CIA tech in a slump? How about being thrown in a van with Agents Bloom and Nash! It's been a riveting masters course in the female brain. It's a puzzle wrapped in an enigma soaked in secret sauce. But my game's officially been bumped up from "novice" to "amateur." If Agent Bloom ever needs a wingman, I'm ready. Vegas here we come!
In Rio, heading off to a nightclub to help Steven get in touch with Ivanov. Shirt open, airing out the pecs. I don't know why I don't try this look more often; something about it feels so... right. Maybe it was the 10 pushups I did before I got in the car, but I've been getting some looks on this drive. Hello girl in the orange dress. Standing on the street corner, giving me the nod. Ooh, she smiled at me. She's walking this way. Nice figure.
Strong legs, big shoulders, adam's apple, okay that's a man... Note to self: open collar attracts wrong crowd. We're here. Back to work --
I've been looking through family photos for a few hours now, trying to find our killer - one thought - take less photos. There's no good reason to take so many pictures of yourself. The one obvious exception being the yearly Hoyt clan Thanksgiving Costume
Contest. When Uncle Jerry came as John Hancock and Uncle George came as Robert
R. Livingston? Awkward! Who'd remember without a snapshot? Wait a second, who's that in the back of that shot? He looks familiar... oh, wait! Gotta go.