September 16, 2025 at 6:39 PM – edited note from a bus on the way to Lisbon “A perfectly planned day, but the second flight missed. Five hours of waiting at the airport, then a new two-hour flight. Vacation has begun. Lots of laughter, a few tears (I get sensitive when things don’t go according to plan), and barely contained excitement about seeing my best friend, whom I see exactly twice a year.I’m fascinated by my Ana. We’ve been friends since elementary school. Second desk
I've never been a winter person. Ever since I was little, I loved summer, and every year I make sure to travel to warmer places to shorten the depressing cold season that has never inspired me much. It was April, and the survival game was already in a fierce stage, with my head well up in the clouds. On Survivor, we often talked about the outside world, and travel was one of our favorite topics. I was thinking about what my next destination could be, considering I had half a
