I think the only words I want to say about my entire trip are words of profound gratitude and love. But they need to come at the end of my trip, and besides, I am too tired to do the writing justice now. Enjoy the pictures (each worth 1000 words) in the meantime...
Jess smoking a cigarette outside a bar.
Our feet.
Birkenstocks, right?
Glad you're back.
I knew my regular readers would be able to identify my feet by:
1. Birkenstocks
2. Lack of pants (I only wear skirts)
3. Nail polish on toes same color as polish on fingers in previous post.
Gorgeous! I really like the cigarette picture. You've got a nice camera...if you ever want to take me up on that freelance writing gig...
I think I could spot you ANYwhere.
Glad you are home.
Peace,
Scout