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i’m back in miami and writing this instead of hanging out at the beach because i’m wiped in just about every sense.

i expected to return from honduras and write a big post about the experience, but now i find myself at a loss for how to talk about the trip because it was so emotional for me that the actual events don’t seem so noteworthy. we drove across the country. we went to the beach. we danced. we drank a lot of vodka. we heard things that haven’t played on american radio in years, like the Cranberries. we noticed that the female symbol on public restrooms was way more bottom-heavy than the american version. we traded stories. we drank more vodka.

everything was beautiful.

i don’t know what else to say about it except that i don’t think i’ve returned the same person and i don’t feel i’d do the experience justice by talking about it. maybe one of these days. you can look at the pictures if you want. they’re all courtesy of neil and tracey since i lost my camera on the beach while having a meltdown. i’m not too upset about it, though—it’s just stuff, you know? other stuff lost on the trip includes my shoes (washed away by the tide when Tracey and i stripped to our underwear and ran into the ocean at 3am) and my favorite pen (misplaced after pulling it out to jot down thoughts i was having about the people who feed you in life and the people who destroy you—thoughts that affected me at the time and i figured i’d still care to write about when i returned). i lost some other pretty important stuff too.

i’m just grateful that for everything i lost in honduras, i found so much more. and i’ll probably want to talk about that one day, but today isn’t it.