The Adventures of D

Aussies know how to par-tay

I am not an Aussie.

I cannot even try to pretend I am an Aussie.

When I try to be an Aussie, bad things happen … like shots of Jager getting poured directly from the bottle into my mouth.

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The otherside of the Atlantic Ocean

Covered in sunscreen (SPF 30) and armed with my book and a sheet to layout, I headed to the beach. The sky looked a bit threatening that morning … teetering between sun and clouds and sunny with clouds, so I wasn’t sure if a beach day was even possible. But, I had to make it [...]

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Sick, sick, sick

The last few days in Merida, I began to feel sick. I couldn’t breathe well, I had that sexy throat-y voice and a cough. A miserable cough that would keep me up at night. I blamed it on the yellow fever vaccine I had received a few days earlier. It sucked. I don’t do sick.

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