I'm back home, where ice falls from the sky. This would never happen in Spain.
It's been so fun to see my pals, drink margaritas and cry about how hard and lovely life can be.
Hugs are the best. And seeing all the kids I know 6 weeks older and definitely more grown up.
Blog ammo is going to be more challenging without the appeal of foreign travels, dammit!
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My voice is raspy from 6 backlogged weeks of passionate stories.
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