Who could travel far from a face like this? 

Searching the shores for some sign that warmer beaches are on the horizon. 

Chomping at the Bit

Though not chomping down too hard as it would only serve to loosen the medicinal filling that has, as of late, become the bane of my existence, keeping me this side of the American border just a bit longer.... but I will be leaving next week if it means that I must tear this God-forsaken molar from my face with a crescent wrench (dramatic license, mother, fret not). So I am loathe to repeat the T-minus six days countdown before my fateful appointment with the maniacal novacaine-dispensing Dr. Jaksha, who loves to dash my hopes of Caribbean adventure against the pearly white cliffs of dentistry. Still, hope springs eternal in the heart of the fearless adventurer. So I send my companion out before me, ferreting out the path which we must take while I stay, stuck at home, listening to my father's vehement threats ("If anything happens to you in Honduras, I will kill you." "Sure dad, unless the Communist rebels beat you to it. Then won't you feel like a schmuck?!?"), pining for the sunny shores and warm, welcoming waters of my personal haven. Wish me well, fellow dreamers, on Thursday, when the dentist's whine is piercing your own thoughts in sympathy of my plight in the chair. Wish me well, fellow adventurers, when I am boarding the plane (be it with 30 teeth or 29 has yet to be seen, but I will get on that plane) for greater perspective, knowledge, and insight into everything that the world has to offer. Wish me well, and I will carry you with me and share my travels with you as best I can. Here's hoping that the next post I publish brings glad tidings.