Hi Jenn. It's been really wonderful staying with you these days in Boston.
After all my adventures, I've enjoyed being stateside and reconnecting with family. Boston, after all, is my hometown.

It has occurred to me that I haven't talked to you much about my whereabouts in recent times, so while you were out today I made a few phonecalls to the agency record keeper and she sent me some declassified photographs. So here
goes:

01) As you know, a majority of my work was covert and classified. Thus, it was often necessary for me to be well-concealed during transit. Here was my hiding place during an epic 72 hours of buses from Cancun to Tijuana.

A majority of my mission took place on boats, in the general vicinity of the Caribbean. Our training session was on the former U.S. Navy base on Key West, Florida. During our time off I had a chance to scope the place out.
It is a great island.

02) The citizens of Key West call theselves 'The Conch Republic' because of the large gay population there. Here I examine the pink vagination of their proud symbol.

03) I felt among my people here, as Key West has a large and healthy population of flightless birds. I was feeling a trifle lonely and thought I would try to befriend some locals.

04) I spotted a very alluring young lady and attempted to get her attention with my good posture and fine apparel...

05) ...but I was conch-blocked by what appears to have been her boyfriend.
Oh well. Not even my species.

06) Our frist assignment after training was to run the blockade and do some propaganda research in Cuba. Here I brush up on my Spanish on Isla de la Juventud, which means the 'Isle of Youth'. My secret agent phrasebook helped me translate this sign as "With our guard up high we defend socialism".

07) Ahhhhhh, the sea. I simply adore it. Whether I'm on the chilly southern continent chasing fish or simply gazing off at the sunset over a placid warm Caribbean, I will never tire of her bluey goodness.

08) Here I make friends with another hollow entity, a giant bouy on the far western tip of Cuba at Cabo San Antonio. There we were investigating local fishing lures, and I had a secret side project of tracking red crab migrations into their underwater planning facilities.

09) But even on busy enemy soil I always make time to enjoy myself on those beautiful sandy beaches!

10) It is hard for me to tan through all these feathers so I lay out quite a bit. Oddly, the more sun I see, the paler I get. *

11) I simply love swimming, as do all of my proud species. Here I check out that coral at Maria la Gorda, which means "Mary the Fatty".

12) Even from 16 feet below, I could clearly see to the surface in this clean crystal water.

13) Can you find me here? Where's Pengy?