Ricky Martin = Still Hot

Last week, my mom made me dump this out:




I told her it'd give me a disease.

She told me it'd give me character.

Whatever the case, it gave me something to blog about.


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I've been listening to Spanish music a lot lately. A LOT.

This is my favorite tune:



I still have a mad-hot crush on His Puerto Rican Hotness--and don't even act like YOU don't.

This song is like chocolate to my ears. The kind of chocolate with chili in it.

Come to think of it, so is he.

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This was once my apartment:



We really knew how to throw a party.

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A couple of years ago, I was at Barnes and Noble picking up a book for a friend's birthday and I happened across Vagabonding: An Uncommon Guide to the Art of Long-term World Travel. Our birthdays are only a day apart, so I picked up myself a gift, too.

Quotes about travel are scattered throughout the book and there are several good ones, but this has always been my favorite:

Don't wait around. Don't get old and make excuses. Save a couple thousand dollars. Sell your car. Get a world atlas. Start looking at every page and tell yourself that you can go there. You *can* live there. Are there sacrifices to be made? Of course. Are they worth it? Absolutely. The only way you'll find out is to get on the plane and go.

And let me tell you something. That first morning, when you are in your country of choice, when you are away from all of the conventions of a typical, everyday lifestyle, looking around at your totally new surroundings, hearing strange languages, smelling strange, new smells, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

You'll feel like the luckiest person in the world.

--Jason Gaspero

I don't know who Jason Gaspero is, but clearly he is very wise.

I think I'd like to meet him someday.