I got to revisit one of my favorite places in Colombia this week. I hadn’t meant to set it up as my last trip outside of Bogota, but it just worked out that way. Two words: Monkey Island.
I woke up to the sound of Scott moving with purpose. Usually if he’s just going to the bathroom I don’t even wake up. But it’s a different sound when someone is being discreet, direct and diligent. Whatever part of my brain is...
The Magic The RV was prepped and ready to leave. Trailer attached, engine idling. Already 1 night longer at the campground than originally planned, serendipitously we had discovered some kindred spirits that we all really liked. And the campground was...
Not surprisingly, I may have made yet another mistake. I usually take them in stride now, but this mistake bugs me a little bit. It has to do with hair. Earlier today, Evie pulled me aside from all the excitement...