Writing the words in my head and in my heart.
Ricardo Perez was raised in a privileged and lavish lifestyle. He had the best education and luxurious vacations. It was all taken for granted until his parents died in a tragic accident. Now he was burdened with running the estate he enjoyed so much. There were orchards and cabins to run.
It was a warm day, like any other of the season. We were loading up the ship to go to the New World. Men were busy, scurrying around the deck preparing for departure with the tide. I noticed long rectangular boxes being loaded and stored below deck. They seemed longer than the typical cargo box. I continued the job I was assigned, preparing the ship to sail. The captain made a point to speak to every member of the crew, informing them not to go into the storage below deck, orders of the king himself. The crew exchanged glances and then shrugged. Whatever we were shipping was none of our concern and nothing would be worth the trouble of being caught disobeying orders.
South Padre Island
We stayed at Isla Blanca RV Resort for three nights in early February. First, let’s get the negatives out of the way. The sand burrs are terrible. Our poor dogs’ paws got stuck multiple times which meant our fingers got poked multiple times. We started carrying around a multi tool that had a set of pliers on our walks. There was an area that was near the Cristo de Los Pescadores Statue that had better grass. This is not a guarantee that there aren’t any, but there seemed to be less.
I am going to preface this with I am not a travel guide, I am not a blogger, I am just a sightseer. I enjoy traveling with my husband and decided to start writing about some of our experiences in hopes that others will find them useful. I decided to start with our visit to the Biltmore. This started with me looking into if it was worth the high admission price and not seeing too many reviews online.
She liked this bar. She has been coming here for weeks now. She slips into the same booth, in the corner, hiding in the shadows. People left her alone and that was the way she preferred it. She got enough attention during the day and she didn’t need any now. The dark shadows provided the protection she wanted in order to be able to watch.
D’Angelo. I met him in Rome during a trip celebrating my graduation from college. I worked hard during my college years. School was supposed to be my way out. Now as the time passes, my memories that were once vivid start to fade. How could such moments of pleasure and passion fade?