There are very few reasons compelling enough to convince me to leave my spot on the orange velvet couch. These are all three of those reasons.
Israel, September 2012
(or, Baby’s First Press Trip)
No offense to Europe, but I am so excited to actually be going somewhere that isn’t part of it for once. This will be my first international venture that doesn’t involve the European continent and I will be joining a few other journalists and bloggers for a trip around the country. I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to say yet or how much excitement I’m allowed to show, so just picture me jumping up and down on my couch laughing hysterically while no one else is home, and you’ll have a fairly accurate idea of what’s to come. While I’m away I will be abusing all forms of social media and writing a few articles for Vagabundo Magazine and Brendan’s Adventures, and maybe I’ll even save a little something for here? Do we like scraps?
Mexico, November 2012
(or, Baby’s First Yoga Retreat)
This is going to be good. This is going to be really good. I get to sit in a hut on a beach (the huts are named things like “Wisdom,” “Joy,” “Serenity,” you get the picture) and eat beautifully cooked breakfasts every morning and take yoga classes every day and then, I don’t know, what does one even need to do for the rest of the day after that? I will probably just sit on the beach and think about how much I love everything. Also, I didn’t request a specific hut name because I want Fate to decide which one I am assigned, and I will take whatever name I’m given as a sign from the universe that I need more “Joy” or “Wisdom” (or whichever name I’m assigned to) in my life and I will then try to act accordingly. Lives will change.
Dirty South, USA sometime in Fall
(or, Baby’s First Time Using the Term “Dirty South”)
I have only vaguely looked into train and bus tickets, but the general routing is Memphis, Tennessee; New Orleans, Louisiana; Atlanta, Georgia; and Savannah, Georgia. I am treating this as an international trip because from what I have seen on TV (Top Gear), heard from people (in passing, out of context), and read in John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley (Charley being a poodle), the southern portion of the US is essentially its own country. So far I’m going it alone, but this is an open invitation to anyone who wants to join me. You have to pay for your own tickets, accommodations, and food, but I will buy you a drink. I’m nice and I’m clean and I think I’m generally pretty fun to be around when I’m in a good mood, and this is beginning to sound like a Craigslist ad for a roommate. So if you want to travel through the south with me or live with me at some point, let me know.
Congrats on your first press trip! Actually, all of these sound really exciting!
Thanks!! I am so excited that I couldn’t even sit still while writing this. Or while I’m still sitting here. Or probably until I come back from all of these places.
What if your beach hut’s name was “fate?”
Yup, I just blew your mind, right?
I don’t even know what to say to you, except…come with me?
AWESOME!! Go TeamVagabundo!
And where in Mexico? We should arrange a meeting of some kind!
Can we please meet up? Sarah, you would be required to come if this happened. I will be at the Present Moment retreat on Troncones Beach in Guerrero. I know Mexico is huge but I hope that is near you?
I’m asuming it’s about a 5-6 hour drive from here but I might be able to arrange something close! Give me dates and stuff via email, and I’ll build my own hut and call it… I don’t know… ‘Fun’!
hi jackie! i live in hilton head, would love to meet you in savannah when you come this direction!
Yes please?! Also I need help figuring out how to actually get to Savannah. I mean I haven’t tried that hard yet to figure it out, but based on my five minute internet search it seems hard.
Jaxter… just remember that Israel is work! haha. Anyways, I’m going to email you a bunch of stuff in the next couple days.
Oh Brendan, ye of little faith. Can’t work also be play?
Congrats. Just remember to wail with the best of ‘em. Brendan doesn’t email me shit. Despite me putting all these interviewees through the ringer.
I sense jealousy? Don’t worry, I may get the e-mails, but you’re still the one he spoons to sleep every night.
We love scraps.
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