Every RP trip develops its own vibe. One of the best ever. 90’s highs 70’s lows, low tide from 2p-sunset every afternoon, barely any wind. And my bud Yuri and his 2 great kids Pia and Tate romping with my Monsters. Swimming til sunset in the warm water, bike rides, pastry runs, salsa and seafood orgies leasing out days i can slow down and love life and family. Alana floated in the ocean untethered. I ran in sand 3 days for 30 minutes, my quads blew up, my liver displayed the strength of its training. We established the rules to Mudball.
- Rule #1: You are not playing Mudball unless everyone agrees you are playing Mudball
- Rule #2: There will be no mudballs to the face, or nose, or eyes, or ears or neck or junk. No uncool mudballs.
- Rule #3: 3 mudballs in a row and you chug
just before the string caught on my ear and ripped out an earing
Yuri trying the g-out
palm tree needs viagra
zombie apocalypse
leisurely lunches with a view
Les Artistes
alone together or together alone? wgaf, not hassling mom and dad
free range podford
Go here, and see my good friend with his good eye capture familiar scenes differently.