I will always remember the first time. After borrowing a small amount of cash from my parents and saving all the money I could while working minimum wage, I boarded a Greyhound bus that made the 68 hour trek from Saskatoon Saskatchewan, to Lake Worth Florida. For two-and-a-half days I stared out the bus window as my world turned from fields, to small hills (at least they were to a prairie girl), to palm trees. I still remember getting off that bus in May of 1998 completely in awe of what I had just done. As I took a picture of my first palm tree I knew I was hooked; nothing would ever be the same again. The smells were different, the air was different, even the ground I walked on was different. In less
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