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Praying is like rain dancing--it rains because the locals never stop dancing!
Travel is a what-have-you-done-for-me-lately kind of affair. I say a lot of things in summer that I don't mean in winter. In New York, where rudeness is a fashion statement, a winter up North is nature's way of saying "Up Yours". In fact, winter is not a season---it's an occupation. Therefore, that would make me unemployed here in the tropics.
When I am in the zone and am in my happy spot, I don't "really" notice if it is Winter or Summer weather, nevertheless---
I'm sticking with The Caribbean.
What if my current ports of call can become the best option I could ever hope for? I’ll never know unless I spend the time and energy “watering the grass” as it where. I find this irrigating.
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| All Thai'd up- The grass isn't greener on the other side; it's greener where you water it. |
