It's been at least 90 days since my last tropical vacation, so I simply must get away.
Ha. If only I was actually that kind of person.
It's the eve before we set off for Nicaragua. Swimsuits? Check. Sunblock? Check. Costco-size box of Clif bars? Check.
Maybe Andrew Zimmern's Nicaraguan episode where he ate cheese made of maggot poop is not the norm down there, but I'm not taking chances.
I'll be back in eight days, with likely some fun stuff to report. Fun stuff that doesn't include anything involved with maggots. I hope.
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