To gluten or not to gluten while eating on a pier at the beach.
Another zen moment to remember on mornings like these when dragging two girls out of bed who do NOT want to go back to school.
One way in which I catalog my travels.
I actually did try to figure out how to get this one on my plane home.
Watching out for sea urchins.
The final hours in Africa filled with winding alleyways, gorgeous beaches and sweat dripping from every part of my body.
He should be glad that I didn’t buy any nipple rings during my travels.
When you can sprint up to 43 miles per hour, why would you even need the ability to fly?
If Mormons did genealogy on dogs they’d trace Chuck back to Tanzania. And then have him baptized in the name of his ancestors.
That sound you hear is a complete lack of access to the Internet or a cellular network. It rivals angels singing in harmony.