There is nothing quite like the anticipation of a trip close at hand. All those little details like a new refill for the travel razor and clothespins & carpenters string remind me that tropical warmth is getting closer. On Wednesday dark and early I'll be heading out through the inky damp chill of a Pacific Northwest winter night knowing that in 7 short hours the will of the tropics will have its way. A new reality quickly takes over your soul; you sense the sweet smell of freedom. Travel is an elixir, the ultimate high for many of us. Perhaps it's the unknown and having to live by your wits. Maybe it's the sensual fragrance of night jasmine or the early morning smells of the mercado central. It’s not caring much about the mystery meat as
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