Calling Shotgun From the Other Side of the Sea

Van Life with OsitoMy dog Osito’s breath smells like a combination of dead chipmunk and poop—even though I know he has had neither in the past three days. I’ve been watching him non-stop. It’s how I make up for being gone.

I landed back in Colorado last Friday, spent all day at a memorial service on Saturday, got a migraine Sunday, and drove to Jackson on Monday. On Tuesday morning I started catching up with myself.

My friend Ashley isn’t buying it. She wrote me the following in an email on Tuesday night after telling me, admittedly judgmentally, that she thought I could use some down time.

"So, anyway, the question remains: Do you like traveling, like, all the time?"

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