We're walking tiptoed in sandles made of nails-and then we drink cranberry juice

[pinkgrl334]

Standing atop a carved-out cave of crumbly rock, my hair drenched with salt, and skin singed from the sun, I felt infinite. Somewhere in my second month of backpacking Europe, my friend and I arrived in San Jose, Spain. Immediately we hitchhiked down a tiny dirt road in the middle of what seemed like the desert. Just passed the rows of villas was

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[befaire]

I am glad you haven't forgotten and that you can still write so eloquently about it. I am so very proud of you.

[pinkgrl334]

awe ...kim..thank you...really..