for whatever reason, i’ve had tonga on my mind. one thing that keeps coming back to me – the coffee shop that was just down the way from our hostel. it had the best fruit smoothies.. it was great to be there early in the mornings, before it started to get too warm, and feel completely anonymous and lost. lost not to myself but to everyone else.

i know it’s more than a little cliché.. but what happened to hanging out with maggie and jane, laughing about the “continental breakfast”, seeing vanilla along the sides of the road.

it was fun sneaking around with those two. no surprise, i lost touch because i didn’t stay up with calls and emails.