If our elegant, eloquant descriptions were not a descriptive enough description, these pics will help.

Camarielle, our cute little amigo














Jay trying to look cool in front of the ladies















The lovely beach and mighty ocean










Angel, aka the Peacemaker, as he enlightens us with delightful tidbits of historical information, and then quizzes us with continued dissapointment in our incorrect answers












Your loyal bloggers, shortly after being the first to set foot on dominican soil.

And some people in the background...........our beloved group members, lynae and steve!!











In the foreground, Craig displays his masculine back to be quite an astounding parrallel to the mighty waterfall in the background.
This was/is the greatest waterfall and swimming hole that existed/exists, but the fact that we couldnt jump from the very top was/is extremely sucky/shitty.












One of billions of the cute disgusting dogs adorning many a gutter. He is resting up for a big day of garbage eating.

Keep on bloggin' in the free world

We finally returned to the land of the free and the home of the brave.....That's right.....Puerto Rico. Puerto Rico may have only been a small layover in our journey homeward, but it was quite an exquisite experience. It is a port rich in baggage claim carrousels, nasty customs agents, and terrible airport food. Being a protecterate of the U.S., it was the location of our initial step onto American ground, and we quickly encountered a barage of the undesirable attributes associated alongside America.

The journey progressed to Dallas/Ft. Worth, followed by Omaha, and ultimately the cozy confines Sioux Center, Iowa. Dordt College greeted us warmly with 5 inches of snow, with which the construction of the greatest snow fort of this era is already underway.

Now that our journey has ended, the stories of said journey can now begin to grow and flourish into the tall tales of heroism that you all yearn to read about. Upon Jason's return from Winnipeg we shall collectively imbellish the details of our adventures without restraint, and present them to our readers in a delightful manner. These tales will no doubt give hope to the hopeless, and renew everyone's faith in humanity and airports.

Adelania: If you do not agree this is the cutest girl in all of humanity, then I have pity for you and your existence.

Chi Chi Bang Bang: Rise of the Silver Tooth

In all of our adventures mentioned thus far it shames us that we have neglected to mention the most influential character of all. One man has stood above the rest in his fine rubber boots, with his beloved shovel in hand and his gleaming tooth. His name is only uttered here with the utmost respect as we bravely attempt a description of such an elucid figure. Finding fantastic fortune figuratively fixated from far, fervently forboding feverish fright follows four fabulous flavours for freakin felebration:

first, flippent finagling;
following, flamboyant frases;
following further, fuerteness ("strength" en espanol)
fourth for final, fiscal fiduciariness

In other words, he is a shining beacon for concrete mixers across the universe(s). He has the innate ability to know exactly when to yell at someone to stop doing something, which some may possess - but few share the quality of also being able to yell at someone to start doing something exactly whence he desires it to be so.

His friends call him Chi-cho. We call him:

Chi Chi, lord of the concrete.

Also, we have never seen him dance, but assume that he is amazing at it.

And also worth mentioning is the fact that we just attended a Dominican Dance party in which Ezekiel broke out the sweetest moves north of the equator and south of the mason dixon line.

Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro, Cinco, Cinco, Blog

Greetings to our brothers from other mothers and sisters from other misters! This is our first and greatest blog of the new year, and as such we hope to entertain you in ways never before imagined by your simple minds.

A lot has happened since we wrote to you last. We now find ourselves in the apartment of our new friend Ezekiel. We recently found out that Ezekiel is the owner of the Dominican Republic, so it is a great honour for us to have befriended him. We ascertained this knowledge when Ezekiel asked us, "Do you like my country?" We responded with many noddings of the head and "si si senor"s. His dwelling is a glorious place, littered with instruments for making praises to God and pictures of a girl from Michigan, Sherri Dick's sister. No, Ezekiel is not a predatory internet slimeball: he is in fact her boyfriend! He seems like a very good boyfriend because he is even learning the language of English for her. We have been helping him prepare for the TOEFL exam by making up English words that we think might add a creative twist to his test responses that the graders might find enjoyable and perhaps amusing! With our help he will fail the TOEFL exam and have very poor english. We do this in the hope of furthering his language of love, much like a blind person's other senses are heightened with the loss of sight.

Stupefaction overcame yesterday us in the mighty waters of the Caribbean sea as we swam similarily to slippery sea lions in a stormy sea of salty serpentine saline solution. We found ourselves in the shoes of WWII soldiers storming the beach of Normandy, although our adversary was slightly different than crazed Nazis: it was in fact a constant barrage of waves breaking upon the sandy shore trying to limit our pursuit of opportune ocean oxperience. The fun we sought in the ocean was the equivalent of kicking Hitler in the balls with steel toed flip flops. However, rather than attempting to destroy the enemy, we body surfed upon the german soldiers with gleeful joy and interspersed smidgeons of fear. Salt bullets shot into our noses, ears, and souls, penetrating deep and affecting us long after as streams of salty snot water gushed from our noses for the rest of the day much like flashbacks coming to an old veteran as he plays bingo with his buddies and talks about the undisciplined youth of today.

In approximately one hour we leave to pursue spelunking delights in the caves of Santo Domingo. Our minds constantly drift to these caves of wonder as we sit here typing this message. Expectations are as high as the top of Marcel's head. We will likely venture through a forest of stalactites and stalagmites as dense as Andrew Cairn's beard. There will no doubt be sights as glorious and beautiful as the chest of Andrew Kuipers, gleaming after a fresh shower. We will traverse the pathways as smoothly as David Prins on a packed hockey rink. Hopefully we will avoid any ugly cave creatures as disgusting as Chris Wyenberg's complexion and physique.

So now we must leave you, dear friends, as the time for adventure draws near again. Until we write again, we wish you all the best in your boring homesteads as we pursue the wonders you only find in the wildest of opium-induced dreams.

Hasta Luego,

Craiger and Jay