And this is all I have to speak about;
After partying for a week long with my love, we flew back home last night from Savannah, Georgia.
Yes that’s right, I traveled further than my Long Beach Transit bus can take me, and it wasn’t mandatory.
Though I may not have been as conscious as I usually am, stepping foot on unfamiliar soil is the grandest part of traveling. (And yes I said grand).
For 3 days of that week, my love and I spent our time dazed and confused in Gulf Shores, Alabama.
And man, did I love it.
I’m not much of a humidity person,
but sitting in our rented house’s backyard surrounded by warm moisture and palms,
watching the turtles do they’re thing,
and not a care in the world,
my life couldn’t have been any better.
Though I may not have done much during that time, there was no point in time where I wasn’t content.
The rest of the week was full of cyphs, road trips and catching up.
Being said by the worst travel blogger in the world,
No. I did not bring my camera.
I know, I know. I don’t even wanna talk about it.
Though I did only bring my video camera, I still managed to capture some pictures on my phone during my time out there.
So enjoy my not so great travel captures.
In the meantime,
I’ll be studying my heart out until I can say something other than Yoroshiku to the next Japanese speaker I meet.
Ja matta ne!