Sarah is President of a extremely large group of people who share the impossible task of seeking to understand me.
"Wha?" I cleverly reply.
Carelessly casting her lush, gorgeous hair over a cut shoulder, taking her unique baby blues and focusing them on mine, she starts.
"You only wear black running shorts and ratty Tee Shirts YET ... expensive French deodorant! Explain that!"
"I'm cosmopolitan," I shrug.
She rolls her eyes.
"Everybody believes you're some crazy, always-throwing-caution-to-the-wind person when IN FACT ... you're a homebody, worry about the girls more than me and only try new things when I push you to."
"Well," I slowly consider topping off my Styrofoam cup of wine over ice, "I like it here ... you have little idea of the trouble the girls are going to cause us and ... I've already don lots of stuff ... been to lots of places."
"Not with me!" she shoots and it's a direct hit.
"True," I confess. "Where do you want to go?"
I'm always ready to go.
I've been to all the cities and they hold nothing for me. A city is a city is a city. Some are better than others but they're all the same.
My favorite cities are ... Portland, Oregon ... Paris ... Munich ... Prague and Havana!
"I haven't been to any of those," Sarah sighs rubbing our baby.
"Let's go!" I excitedly say.
I love traveling with Sarah! She's the best traveling partner ever! Even beating out Bill Berry (not the former drummer for REM but the other one).
Somehow her love of planning mixes well with my "Whatever" attitude and we make excellent adventures.
"Will you be serious," she scolds. "We can't go anywhere right now."
"Damn girls," I mutter ... though the girls and I have excellent adventures too when we travel because I throw caution to the wind picking up a hitchhiker in San Salvador much to Laurel's protest and we have the best time.
"It's not the girls!"
"Of course it isn't," I say taking a sip. "It's the fact we're not going anywhere."
"You are impossible," she concludes and I {insert gross sexual reality} a little on the spot lusting her.
It leaves me Tropically Depressed today.
This is why.
Everywhere expect America ... where we only speak American ... they start teaching children to speak multiple languages the moment they're born!
Sarah tells me our baby can already hear from the womb so I figure "Why wait?"
It's time for all of us to go somewhere else and Che can start learning Spanish now.
It's past time to be Tropically Undepressed.
