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I love you. Thank you for laughing at me when I say dumb things and making me laugh so hard I cry. Thanks for letting me have the bathroom first when I really had to go. Thanks for saving me from the old man from Kelowna. Thanks for the hours and hours and hours of talking. I can’t believe we had two weeks of stuff to talk about. Who knew!? Thanks for Karl Strauss and playing tennis with me. :) Thank you for being the best photographer ever. I am so thankful for you every day.
Thanks.
Beautiful pictures! And I’m so with you on La Jolla and Coronado and San Diego.
Yay for you on your own peronal accomplishments! There’s something deeply gratifying about filling in your own blanks.
For what it’s worth, I think your photos were just excellent.
Welcome home.
Travelling is a huge honkin’ deal!! I admire the heck out of you for making it happen at last. A road trip can change a life, and can be something you look back on fondly forever. And whatever money you spent that you think maybe you should have saved instead… well, soon enough it will be a distant part of the past and wont’ matter. So you did the right thing all the way around!
Except for the underwear in Fresno thing.
Who needs underwear anyway? Fly, be free…
I am so much like you in the aspect that I never go anywhere significant. The longer the time between vacations the higher the level of nerves that arises at the thought of traveling somewhere.
I am totally proud of you for going and experiencing a small part of the world. I’m glad you did something for yourself and had a blast doing it.
But I am also happy you’re back cause you’ve been missed. Blog away, sister!
You like some of my favorite places, too! I’m so happy for you!