The summer weather in Chicago reminds me so much of Honduras, that I'm seriously considering not going back next year. No matter how long I live in a warm climate, I could never get used to it.
I have one more week of summer before the next semester starts. I'm screaming my lungs out, on the inside. I love to travel, and hate that I have to go back home in a few days. Well, at least there's only one more month of scorching heat in Vegas.
I've been dreaming for a while about eating a falafel. And learning to speak Arabic. And call me crazy, but my dream vacations are a safari in Africa, and a tour of the Middle East. I guess I am a risk-lover, in my own eccentric way.
Circus-ing
9 years ago
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