Bobber,
Long story, man. We just had to go. Immigration was none too happy with us and I didn't want to spend a single evening counting roaches at the Hattieville lock-up. Just kidding.
Anyway, we're back in St. Louis and feeling kind of stupid. SP was so good to us but we just couldn't find a way to stay. The folks who owned the company we worked for (no names, no blame) wouldn't buck up for the permits, insisted there HAD to be another way, kept going through the motions with no real result. We should have just payed for residency our own dumb selves and kept on truckin' but alas we just didn't have the money. Again, we SHOULD have begged, borrowed, etc., whatever it took to stay.
So, I'm back in school working on my Masters (gonna be a librarian someday)Jim's got a job he likes schleppin' german automotive equipment and Piggy's in a version of dog heaven. We're all right. But, DAMN!, I miss the life and my good good friends. And you, Bobber. I bet you'll be back on the beach before I am.
xoxoxox,
Stephanie