‘You’re sayin’ the FBI’s gonna pay me to learn to surf?’

Ahhh, Point Break... so classy, so Keanu. I'm here... I've got my (homemade) hot cocoa and I'm hanging on by a thread... but I'm here.  You don't want to hear about the wall of fatigue, the dizzy spells that are more constant than not, the stomach problems... so I won't go there.  Suffice to say I … Continue reading ‘You’re sayin’ the FBI’s gonna pay me to learn to surf?’

Surf’s up!

This time tomorrow I'll be embarking on yet another adventure... this time without N.  I'll be heading off to Morocco to a little town just outside of Agadir called Taghazout.  Don't worry--I'm not flying solo... my good friend H is going too!  Actually... it was her idea. So we'll be surfing, when we're not chilling, … Continue reading Surf’s up!