Jason Lupei's Guestbook

Jason dear I continue to travel with you and happy you look well and forever learning about the beauty and the unfortunately the horror of what this wonderful world gets themselves in. Do not worry about buying me anything as that will add to your luggage. Just happy you think of me and thank you for allowing me to travel with you. Hugs Mom This week is Son's week. Blessed to have you as my 4th.

Saigon
Another great blog! I can so see how this will work into your class! As always, thanks for sharing! <3

Your writing is so beautiful! So glad that you're having such a meaningful time!

awww
Awww that's so cute to think of your mother like that...

Love
She could not be any closer to you now than she ever used to be.....she may be even closer actually in this moment than you ever felt before. You are so much a part of her....she is so much a part of you....when you start to feel distance...close your eyes and remind yourself that each and every cell in your body is vibrating with her LOVE energy....THAT is what YOU are MADE of!!

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Jason, you are hilarious. I don't know another single person who could have described the toilets any better. I thought diarrhea was a universal word! I love your cymballed friend. xoxoxox

Wow Jason, this bathroom thing is so interesting and too modern for me. Knowing me I might end up pressing every button.lol I will have some difficulty with this. What a bunch of friendly people. Enjoy them and the beauty of every place you go and take care of yourself. Hugs Mom

My peaceful warrior
Couldn't get into these to comment before but its working now that I went backwards. Ill tell you when we talk on the phone. My prayers and my love are with you everyday. Paul

What a great picture of those children. It brings tears to my eyes to imagine the purity and intensity behind their hope for the future. Love you!

I still have the copies of your last travel journals under the bed I have read them a lot since you began this trip. A very beautiful piece of your mother still gets to live through you. I am very grateful for having you in my life today. I miss you Bubba Paul

You always move my heart
We can hope that the peace that you sing about from your heart and soul will spread amongst the lives that you touch. You are going to bring back such a beautiful message to everyone. Heiroglyphics Bubba.

Japan
OMG!! I laughed sooooo hard at this last blog! I could just SEE it all happening!! I can relate to a certain extent with your comment about not using a hole in the ground ... I managed to have to do that only twice in China ~ and only when ABSOLUTELY necessary - and yes, it isn't pretty!! I'll tell ya, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall!! Too funny!! I have really enjoyed reading your adventures so far and look forward to each and every one! I think my favorite so far has been Hiroshima, though I also laughed at the deer chasing you and biting your butt!! Can I just say I found your "Let me be an instument for peace" poem so on point .. Your spa day and night looked just amazing :) Last but not least, your postcard to your mamma ... nothing on this earth compares to a mother's love for her son(s). Yes, she loves all her children the same, but there is an unbreakable bond between mother and son; just as fathers and daughters. I've said it before to you and I'll say it again ... Even though I never met your mom, I know she is supremely proud of you and where you are in this world and is with you every step of the way in this journey called life ... <3 I look forward to the next installment with baited breath!! Happy trails, my friend. Going to the Cheer carwash today with, yes, 3 cars from the Bianco household!! Safe travels!!