I finally have a passport in my hands. This is a major achievement, as I lost the passport application not once, but twice. I don't believe I blogged about the second time losing it because it was simply too painful to talk about. But, I managed to find it for the second time, immediately went to the passport office, and now all is well in the world. Now, I need to decide where to go. I am thinking mid-February, somewhere warm, where people speak Spanish and dance.
I'm keeping the passport in a very very safe place, and will sew a special little bright crafty thing to protect and make it easy for me to locate.
1 comment:
I understand Portugal is amazing and not too pricey. They don't exactly speak Spanish, but it's warm and they dance.
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