Wind, Carry Me Away

I started this blog to keep up with a dear, dear friend who moved to Costa Rica.

Well, Turner, check your email, because we have plane tichets, and we're coming to visit.

I can't wait to hang out, drink Tico beer and smoke Tico cigarettes, but mostly I can't wait to see your face.

So many nights I wish I could call you and talk for hours. In less than a month, we'll be able to do just that--every night for a full seven days.

And it's taking all I have to wait until then.

L.