Two years ago, this happened.
If you don’t want to read about it again here’s the gist:
Basically “friends” from every continent conspired to get me on a tiny island and on a bike. So, basically death.
Look at them. Happy.
Love: You could not ask for a more noble cause than that.
Well, I guess I’m a glutton for punishment, desperate for love no matter the cost.
The Italian didn’t take my camera this time, but the Canadian did force me on a bike.
A tandem, in fact.
Look at them being “humane”.
Ugh, how horrifically terrible the places they took us.
I mean, gross.
Rock skipping? Is that supposed to be joy inducing?
I guess I do anything for love.
Two years ago, this happened. I met two people just on the edge of being in love, chasing each other around the Mediterranean.
Two years ago, someone made good.
And I couldn’t not be here to celebrate.