I love Honduras because I can climb into bed with dirty feet and it doesn't matter. I can walk for miles without a phone and not think twice about it. If there's somewhere to be, I don't worry about getting there. And, if I care to, I can take my time living life. I haven't seen a single rose since I stepped off that plane, but I still manage to stop and smell them all.
Monday, October 5, 2009
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