Only One Speck Left

Just before leaving Panama I painted my toenails hott pink with blue sparkles and now I have only one speck left.

Amidst all the suburban comfort and stress I now face, I used to be able to simply look down at my toes and remember a different time and place. When it felt like Panama was just a dream I could see my sparkly toes and it was just like pinching myself. Yes, all that tropical madness really did happen.

Panama is becoming a distant memory to me...

ps- don't laugh at my flip flop tan!