That was the question when James came home from a week in Cuba for a band trip. Did he really go? Where was he if he wasn't? Where did he stay?
Back in February, when it was freezing cold here, James was sunning it up in Cuba. Well, less sunning and more riding in a bus, but it wasn't here and so I don't care.
"James," I said as I helped him pack his belongings for his first international trip without parents......to a socialist country no less......."take lots of pictures. I don't want you to forget this amazing opportunity." I won't mention the lectures on keeping his passport and cash on his person at all times and not to crack jokes to immigration officials.
James took 343 pictures. What a great kid! LOVE HIM!!!! Outstanding!!!!! After I deleted the blurry ones there were still 323 shots. Awesome!!!!!
LOTS OF PICTURES OF CUBA.
NO PICTURES OF JAMES IN CUBA.
Oooh!! Pretty area. Where's James?
Not by the ocean.
Not by the houses.
Not mingling with the school kids.
Not smelling flowers.
Not even in the caves.
Nowhere to be seen in town.
Not even playing with the dolphins.
Not even on the beach.
WHERE IS A MOTHER TO FIND HER JAMES IN CUBA?????
You heard right.
James, in what I will suppose is Havana
James, by the ocean.
James, mingling with a school kid.
Ahhh......thank you Facebook. Thank you to friend of James who tagged him in her photo album and didn't have her privacy settings set securely. Hey, EVERYONE can see and download your pictures!! You should update your settings.