No BullShit...I Feel Like Hemmingway in Cuba
In the 1930's.
Walk around in light clothes, walk a block to a few bars or small cafes, looking like the Ugly American but with a sweet bodankadonk.
Sweat in the humidity of Rainforest Country, sip mescal with my Mojito, eat a few tacos or fruit salad, tip well and drunkily walk back to my sassy place to write some truely weird surreal bad blogs.