Think: beautiful shoes, beautiful people, beautiful weather. Sounds all perfect, does it not?
Truth be told, I just got back. Two days ago. And, last night, I booked another trip and I'm dying to go back.
There's something truly intoxicating about the lights, the air, the people, the energy. It's like crack to my soul.
Now that I think about it... That might be dangerous. But, I'm just so happy when I'm there. It's delicious. It's bliss.
And it doesn't even bother me that I spent most of my time in my indestructible blue flip-flops.
Not to mention that I haven't been able to sleep since I got back, and I keep having nightmares about my room here. Seems like a sign to me, no?
Who knows...
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