2 Weeks. 2 Continents.

Two weeks. Two continents. Thank goodness for frequent flyer miles. Finally back in the Lone Star State.


Upcoming posts include one of my most anticipated (and intense) stops in Paris - a visit the Bataclan Night Club, site of the November terrorist attack. On the other end of the spectrum is a trip to a small town Costa Rica rodeo, where we locked our keys in the rental car. It wouldn't be the last time.

So, my heart (and my suntanburn) still say Costa Rica,



my stomach still says chocolate croissant,


and my mind is stuck somewhere in between.