The kids have packed up their wetsuits and firetwirling sticks and photo gear and computers and tents and sleeping bags and Dr. Bronner's soap. Today, they plan to jam the backpacks and plastic containers all into a marginal station wagon and head out for the Pacific coast of Mexico, stopping en route to see everyone they have ever heard or dreamt of. Once settled in hammocks and palapas at the beach, they will try to pick up enough work to eat tortillas and grilled fish.
Why I can't stop: Did they forget their sweaters?
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
2 comments:
No, babe. But they forgot you. Sigh.
And, they forgot me. Rats.
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