Girl off the Grid

Yeah. I can’t imagine going from all of this beauty back to New York. I mean, I think the city is beautiful, but not like this. It is just so different. And it’s hard, because I see the beauty in both. I can’t wait to be back in my own bed. And get takeout from my favorite restaurant around the corner from my place. But I’m having so much fun here,” I say, unsure about the way I’m feeling.
“All you can do is appreciate both,” Adam says. “That’s the great thing about traveling. It opens you up to new possibilities. New places. New experiences.”
“True. It’s cool actual

ut of bed and make my way to the bathroom. Last night after dinner I showered and went to bed with my hair wet, which was a horrible idea. I look like a poodle with a bad perm. I’m going to need at least an extra twenty minutes to fix this mess. Normally, if I air dry my hair, it tumbles over my shoulder in thick curls and with a little smoothing balm looks pretty, but not today. The curls are kinked and messy on one side and flat on the other.
I’m going to have to

lunch, Diego leads us out back and points toward the river, where there is a long row of canoes next to a dock. “Alright, you two, have a good time and behave.”
Nacho waves at as. “You guys ready?”
“Yup,” Camille exclaims, even though she doesn’t look as happy as she sounds.
The sun is hidden behind a cloud as we go onto the dock, but it’s still hot. I immediately break out into a sweat and can’t wait to