When Kat doesn't know what to write about

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.