Here I am writing under a red-headed tree, enjoying the perfect winter weather – sunny with a crisp, cooling breeze.
A book is the best travel buddy you can have. A book doesn’t whine when he’s tired. He doesn’t bitch about getting lost. He doesn’t argue on whether to stay in or check out a bar. In the guest house or under a coconut tree, a book will follow whatever good and bad decisions your impulses desire.