Malia

Author: Malia

Traveler. Bibliophile. Seeker of truth, but also fun.

Just to recap: I'm half blind, bleeding slightly, and without snacks. Gah!

So let's talk about the ensemble that was crucial to keeping the good times rolling in Iceland....

It begs the eternal question: does anyone care where you've been if you were a total asshat while you were there?

The sunshine is gone, dear Reader. Outside our hotel window the azure waves of yesterday have lost their playfulness.

Iceland: "So Hot Right Now"

It's okay. Really. Don't feel badly dear Reader, I'm glad you brought it up.

How could I voice these frustrations in a way that was thoughtful - in a way that was fair to the South, to the base, to my own experience?

Not only do I have the world's shittiest job, I'm failing at the world's shittiest job.

I’ve been staring down the barrel of rural Georgia for months now, dear Reader, and the day has finally come.

This trip has my heart especially aflutter, dear Reader, and not simply because of the photo ops.