for Friends and Family from Futaleufú

Alliteration seems like a great way to start this off, since this is, in fact, my blog.  Indeed, perhaps an inaugural poem would be good.

Phones, postcards, mail and email,

I am an uncommunicative female.

So to better stay in touch,

Since I miss you all so much,

I thought I would at last succumb

And type and type, 'til my fingers are numb,

For though blogging is now somewhat faddish,

It will grant my greatest and fondest wish,

And allow me to share with all my peeps

My time in Futaleufú, with goats and sheeps.

(While that is not grammatically correct,

A better rhyme I could not erect.)

Food is good, with lots of bread; 

There're dozens of rolls at every spread.

Avocados and tomatoes are common, too,

But not much else here in Futaleufú.

Still, an improvement over Ecuador,

No "lung and tripas and liver, galore."

The kids are great, though very talkative.

My housemates are nice, in the place where I live.

There's hot water, and sunny skies for now,

And iffy internet, so I'll take a bow,

And say goodnight, while the going is good.

I'd like to hear from all, I would!