There is something about pulling my flip flops out of the bottom of my closet and having them in my hallway that makes me so utterly excited. In a few days i embark on a trip down south. I am going to Colombia, in South America. I hope to spend most of my days sockless, in skirts, wandering around, and trying to remember my spanish words. I start in Bogota, the third highest city in the world which will do nothing for my predesposition to altitude sickness. That just means i only need to have one drink to feel alright. I head North towards Medellin, and then Cartagena, Santa Marta, and where ever else anyone recommends. It's a short trip, but very much needed. I return from Colombia via Miami where i am spending a few days with some dear friends. I have been down there a couple of times so instead of the usual stuff we are heading down to Key Largo for some more beach time and snorkelling. By then i should have a flip flop tan.
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