Stanley was named in 2003 after a town in northwestern Tasmania, when a bus driver christened him with a tag he still proudly dangles from one of his loops. He’s been lost in Italy, gone missing in Greece, spent a lonely week without me in a garage in Sardinia, ridiculed by children in Peru and is the envy of every other bag that doesn’t shout “Eureka!” I think he’s excited to go back to Guatemala, although you think he’d get a move on with the packing.
Stanley is sexy in spite of his many adventures. Espero que sobrevive a Guatemala!
Y yo también! Voy a estar muy triste si cosas malas le sucederîan a él. Eureka! Wait till you see him stuffed!