It’s a certain type of person who wants to visit the wettest place on earth. Maybe the Pacific Northwest was just a bit too arid for their liking. Or maybe a week-long trip to the Atacama left their skin drier than… well, the Atacama.
I think I can see tears in her eyes she pulls out the Spanish salami. In Ellie Scaffa’s own words:
The grinder is great, sometimes I go home with a little bit of mango juice and passion juice on, it’s just having fun, the water’s splashing in your face… but this is what we have to do to protect American agriculture, it’s part of our job.
This was the holiday I missed the most when I lived in China: my friends and I would pool together over $100 to buy a small, uncooked turkey. Then we’d shop it around to find the one out of 20 of us that actually had an oven to cook the darn thing. To this day, it’s not quite Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie.
So thanks for reading and traveling with us. It means a lot.
A recent Elite Daily article claimed some people are just born to be travelers—literally—because they possess one very particular gene. But it’s a serious oversimplification to chalk up wanderlust tendencies to one piece of genetic hardwiring.
Santa does a lot of traveling every holiday season so it’s only fair he gets some status this year, amirite? Merry Christmas everyone and thanks for reading! Here’s from me, Karina and Sydney to you, wishing a belated holidays, much cheer and lots of (fun!) travel over the season. Go to Vegas or something.