It was a whirlwind getting there: I shot a wedding and then we rushed to the airport. Lest you think it was glamorous, even a little bit, I will tell you about the Chipotle burrito drippings on my pants, and that we were in such a rush I couldn’t grab any of the pants that were packed away to change, so I wafted through the airport and the tiny plane pretty much reeking of beef and cheese. (Hopefully the cilantro added a little freshness?)
Oh my. Once we arrived, we basked in the sunlight and Christmas junk food and swirls of wrapping paper and it was relaxing and heavenly. Looking out my window at everything brown and dead and cold, I would not say no to going back right about…now.
Miley Cyrus was there…hah.
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All I want to know is if that was actually Miley…. I may be a little obsessed with her.