When it rains it pours.


Literally. As i sit in the airport waiting for my first of three flights to mallorca it is raining steadily. As it is supposed to do in Chicago, Madrid and malloca. Im just glad i have my rain coat in hand in case my bags get lost. (knock on wood they don’t) Also a shout out to my madre who hauled my duffel from inequality terminal to the other. You are a beast Mon and i love you. Oh and that giant bag, it weighs 45 and has to wheels, just in case you were wondering.


One comment on “When it rains it pours.

  1. Mom says:

    Happy travels, baby. đŸ™‚

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