A card from Jase

I'm home today. Sick, sick, sick. It's not contagious or so I'm told. That's good, because I'd hate for Marc to get this.

On a happy note, today's mail contained a few good things (like the fully filed/recorded copy of our deed to this house--it takes months from closing to get that in your hands) and a postcard from Jase.

Jase says he's having a great time. He had no idea he could make so much money from selling his body to other tourists. Even tourists from other countries apparently are happy to pay for his services. As Jase says in his card, "sex is a universal language, so it doesn't matter where the client is from." Jase thinks he can at least double what the trip cost him, but he's getting very sore from all of the "work". Such an industrious boy!

Okay, okay, what he really said is it's sunny (he thinks he already has a sunburn, but he says he doesn't care) and the food is great. As of the date he wrote the card (about a week ago, based on the postmark), he was a few days from heading to the west coast. He was hoping to see more of our fellow homosexuals in San Jose. Apparently, "there's not much to see on this side [Puerto Viejo]."

I guess we'll have to wait for his return to learn more!