First to the party with Michael, then traveling. I am kind of nervous because I don't really have a firm plan. Usually when I say I don't have a plan, I kind of secretly do in my head. This time, not so.
So I don't know if I will be at a hotel tonight or sleeping in the car .. or... so if you don't hear from me, I'm not dead. Unless, of course, I'm dead.
I will make a photo essay of my journey. Be prepared for a feast for the eyes and the soul when I return.
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