I grew up mostly in Florida, and one of my most vivid memories is mailing (yes, snail mail) a photo of my family’s new pink stucco house adorned with palm trees to some old friend near Washington, DC, where I lived during elementary school. I so fast grew to love the more tropical lifestyle of Christmases so warm you could run outside and play with your toys that day. To this day, I get a kick out of pastel stucco, and man I love humidity. I love Vegas, too, and will never be one of those people who complain about the heat: I’d rather be too hot for a month or two (yes, it really does get up to 120-ish) than too cold and gray for nine. But my dry eyes and stuck-to-my-eyeballs contacts miss the humidity of both Florida and my adult paradise of Costa Rica, and in the winter when my hands are so dry… I long for that humidity that’s so thick you feel like you’re walking through a cloud. As a Pisces, a creative writer with a wild imagination, I have always loved my daydreams. And palm trees often rule. Here’s a recent photo I took in Costa Rica. Enjoy!
It’s a jungle out there!
Latest posts by Abby (see all)
- Three Wine Tour Destinations That You Should Visit Now - May 18, 2015
- They Deal Things Differently Around Here: A World Casino Experience - March 27, 2015
- Long Haul Flying: The long way around … - March 5, 2015