An excessive amount of Yerba Mate is not a bad thing

Well, after a bit of trouble, we made it up to Asheville and back down through Georgia once more, and after a few delightful pitstops and new found friends, we found ourselves hitching back through Florida again. And fucking A what a hellish mess it was. Floridians don’t seem to enjoy picking up strangers rolling 3 deep, two of which are male, in their brand new minivans… and i just cant seem to place my finger on the reason why. We’re nice enough aren’t we? Well okay, ill admit we look a bit scarier than we are when seen sitting on the side of highway from a speeding car window. But it sure is a frustrating thing to sit and wait 6 hours for a ride in every town we got dropped off in. But when we used the 301, it wasnt illegal to walk down that quaint highway, so we walked a good bit more miles than we had been walking in the previous states. I wonder if we would have had better luck catching a ride if it was just me and Joshua? Most likely not. Really, it just depends on the person passing you and Floridians in general seem to be a bit scared of new exciting things. Like cold weather, and hitchhikers.

But at last we made it down to Sarasota close to a month after we left Gainsville when we headed North on our ridiculous mission to go West on I-40 in the dead of winter (which we soon realized was an idea that could easily be compared to a common mortal man trying to bed a heavenly Goddess…. trying to prove ourselves and biting off more than we could chew)

Sarasota is nice and warm in and its nearing the end of December and 2 days from Christmas. Absolutely brilliant. I think i might try swimming tomorrow… or dare i say…. chrstimas day? yes. i dare.

This is my first Christmas not spent with the family; my first winter since i started traveling the country relying on wit and survival skills alone (aside from the ever helping hand of my love). I am enjoying it very much so.

Wow I really was expecting to get on here and have a brilliant rant pop into my head that i could share with you who dare to stumble upon this page…. but i honestly can’t think of anything right now to say… maybe this is the result of this annoying music being played in the coffee shop, or perhaps because the fantastic book im reading is waiting, crouched, at the back of my mind for me to delve back into it again. It’s a great series, perhaps you’ve read it yourself: Homeland: Book 1 in the Legend of Drizzt by R. A. Salvatore.

on that note, im done with this meaningless squabble.

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