T-minus nineteen hours until I hop on my
motorcycle plane and head out west. I’m so excited for all the relaxation, wine, “me time,” and food. SO EXCITED. But first I have to pack. And boy do I stink at packing. There is literally nothing I’d rather do less than pack, and that includes eat grasshoppers.
Any helpful packing tips?
Also – wouldn’t it be so badass to ride a motorcycle up and down the Cali coast? My own, private, “Motorcycle Diaries” vacation, Che style. Hmmmm…