Every now and then a bug bites me. Not the love bug. The travel bug. My best memories from my entire life involve good buds, and a far location. From highschool camps in the Amazon basin or high Andes desert, to Miami's South Beach with the girls or Nicaragua's volcano island with Misty.
I don't know what it is. The new horizons. The break from the routine of the everyday. The freedom to breathe freely, maybe. The laughs, definitely. All I know is sometimes I just have to shake the dust off my life and my feet and run for it.
So in the spirit of this sentiment I get to hit up Nica again in a week and a half for fun. Going with Jen and Mist. My two favorite redheads. My heart can't wait.
Sing it, Gwen.
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