Me & Who

My Good Friend, Basillo

On Saturday morning, the first morning we were in Guatemala, a small group of us decided to go to Antigua, which was just under an hour away.  Some quick arranging by Aubrey got us two taxis, and I ended up being the only Spanish speaker in the taxi that Josh, Aubrey and I were riding in.

And by "the only Spanish speaker" I mean the only one with a sampling of Spanish vocabulary.  But Basillo said I was very good.  We chatted about the elections, our families, where we were all from, the fact that Antigua was founded in 1592 (as he told us several times), and also that he likes dogs.

If I ever go back to Guatemala, I know who my taxi driver will be.  Me and Basillo, we're tight.

I'm a Rockstar

When Rebekah and arrived in Gautemala City the first night, we were met by the driver from our hotel. He was holding a sign with my name on it.

I was famous. People from other countries flock to the airport to meet me. In the middle of the night even.

And I should have taken a picture of it, but there were vendors coming at me from every angle, begging the famous Darcy Creviston to buy their Guatemala pens and key chains. The picture kind of slipped my mind.

So instead I got a pic of our driver in the morning, the one we kindly asked to take us to the other hotel, where the rest of our group was meeting.

I don't think he was totally into it, but hey that's beside the point.

Me and Some Anonymous Hikers

So this weekend my sister and her husband invited me to go on a 4th of July hike with them. The way Michael described it, it would be a quick morning jaunt, and we'd be back in a couple of hours.

Well, it was  more than a jaunt.

In fact, it was pretty much straight up the mountain.

But I survived, so all is well.

Here is my pic with some nice hikers who were standing close to us at the waterfall site at the top.  In return for my random pic with them, I took a few of them together too.

The little kid I'm holding is my sister's kid, Parker, who I couldn't put down because he is a MANIAC and would run straight into the river if you let him.

P.S.  Everyone who lets me take pictures always jokingly asks about me posting them on facebook.  I never post them on facebook, but I also rarely mention my Me & Who blog.  Most people are probably happier that way.

Keeping it Real (sounds like Ray-aal, but I can't do an accent mark in the title)

I went to my first Real Salt Lake soccer game last night with my friend Al.  Soccer is my third favorite sport to watch live, next to volleyball and basketball.

We tied withWashington D.C., but I think our point counted for more because we scored first.

Anyhow, I got my picture take with Donald the event staff guy who thought we were a bit strange, but I'm getting used to that when I take these pics, so hey.

Me and Macaroni

I haven't been to Macaroni Grill since I was going to school at BYU ten years ago.  I decided it was time to revisit it.

The pasta was great.  The dessert ws even better.  I will definitely be going back.

Here is a pic of Brooks, our waiter, and his friend, whose name I don't know.  Also pictured is my friend Char.

Me and Clan Macfarlane

Al and I decided that this was the best booth at the festival.  It was shady, had some multimedia stuff going on, a how-to-sew-your-kilt display, and well...the Macfarlane men.

I could be a Macfarlane.

Me and the Corporal

My goals when I I went to the Scottish festival today were to hear some cool bagpipe music (which I love) and to get my picture taken with the best-dressed kilt-wearing male at the festival.

This was my answer to the second goal.  He also had a sword.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: You.  Kilt. Uh. Best outfit ever. Picture?

Corporal: Sure (aside: Will you hold my sword?)

(I am usually a bit more eloquent.)

So here you are, a real-life corporal of the Springville police force, who also happened to invite Al and me to Springville's Scottish festival in August.

Um..yes?

Me and Mr. Knight

My friend Al and I went to the Thanksgiving Point Scottish Festival today.  I'm glad we don't really wear armor like this any more.  It seems like it would be infernally hot on a day like today.

And not terribly cuddly if you want to get cozy with your lady friend.

Ranger Taylor

She leaps tall mountains in a single bound. She melts glaciers in a glance. Tumbling rock slides are powerless to stop her. It's Ranger Taylor!

Okay, so I don't think she's really a ranger, but all she needs is the hat, and she would look like one. I don't know her official title, but Taylor guides people safely through the Timpanogos caves. Be nice to her, though. If you make her mad, she might just find a nice, claustrophobic crevice and leave you there over night.

Me, OG, and Trent

Today my friend Char and I spent the afternoon together, and after a bit of walking around, we stopped in for lunch at Olive Garden.

We had a great waiter who was helpful and funny without doing the ever-present hovering that I hate.

I asked him if he'd mind if I got my picture taken with him.

Trent: Sure. Should we sit down? Like we're chilling, having a good time?

Me: Sounds good to me.

Trent (sitting down): Man, this is a good time. Doesn't it look like we're having fun?