From the Sky

 
 

B and I are currently sitting in the clouds somewhere above Nebraska on our way home from Río Grande, Puerto Rico where we spent the better part of last week swimming in the ocean, hiking through the rainforest and draining citrus-adorned cocktails named after natural disasters all while celebrating the marriage of my cousin Monica and her now-husband Ian. I'm feeling a little bit emo at the moment because I hate when things are over and also because, well, flying. I hate that, too.