Las Vegas, Portland, Cannon Beach, Cozumel, Tulum, Isla Mujeres, Havana, and Pinar del Rio ~ dance floors, dysentery, beaches, sad parrots and lawyers, hysterical laughs, happy coincidences, shiny convertibles, cockroaches, doctors, henchmen, handsome men, con-men, crying babies, floating messages, private snorkel tours, a New Year’s dousing, penis donuts, day drinks, gay clubs, straight talk, midnight laundry, thieves, the happiest highs and the lousiest lows, deaf karaoke, tears, hugs, missed flights, stranger danger, majestic sunrises and sunsets, and one probably broken nose – I figure it’s been about 15,000 miles of mayhem, and I’ve seen quite a bit of the world with this brilliant, beautiful lady.
But I’m fastening my seat belt, because airfares are cheap, and so I’ll be heading across the Atlantic this summer for a few weeks of UK mayhem in Rebekah’s stomping grounds, and wherever else my lovely tour guide takes me. I’m so blessed to do the kind of work that lets me set up anywhere, and I’m excited about some opportunities I’ll explore while I’m there. And I CAN’T WAIT to meet her legendary friends who I hear so, so much about, and I can’t wait to see Europe on cheap puddle-jumper flights with a local. And I can’t wait to see my friend, because it’s been too long. It is going to be epic.
