On Free HK Trip #2

"Why Asia? Why Vietnam? Why TWO WHOLE WEEKS?"

Let me just tell you something... the questions that were asked of us in the States were the exact opposite of the inquiries while abroad...

"Oh you're only doing Asia this trip? WAIT, why not Laos, Thailand and ummm ya know, the rest of the continent?? ONLY TWO WEEKS? We are taking a year off of work... then going back to the same job."

I AM proud to be an American, but um, WTF.

Let me back track though. Why were we going to Asia? Because my wicked awesome travel buddy of the year got two FREE round trip tickets to anywhere in the world through her job. And for some unknown reason asked me to use them with her 😭😭😭

Our criteria for then choosing Asia:

• Very far from New York (aka expensive flight) ✓
• High chance of at least one first class flight (for free) ✓
• Warm ✓
• Cheap ✓

Ummmm. I think that's it.

As you know, I am such a planner, but let me tell you something... that is impossible for Vietnam and Cambodia. The amount of bullsh*t websites that have been created to completely swindle all western tourists of their money is absurd. Sarah and I literally and actually almost pulled our hair out trying to book things ahead of time because we could not tell what was real. Each and every website would say at the top "Watch out for all the other fake websites; only use us!" Ooooooh HELPFUL.

Suffice to say, all we did was book our flights, and left the rest up to fate. 

And as fate would have it, flight number one was, yes you guessed it, FIRST CLASS BABY. Sarah and I actually jumped up and down, hugging each other when the gate agent told us.

After six hours of endless drinks, delightful steak, GLASS salt and pepper shakers and the ability to lie down completely flat, we switched over to our 15 hour economy flight. It wasn't great, but we got free pajamas since Sarah gave the flight attendants chocolate... yay.

Upon arrival in Hong Kong at 7am, in classic Sarah and Mary fashion, we seized the day. First item on the agenda: hiking to the peak (cause who has time to wait in a two hour line to take a funicular to the top? Not. Us.). I had done this when I was in Hong Kong two years earlier, but let me tell you: we did not dress accordingly. Unfortunately for Sarah, I don't have any photos of me dripping with sweat as we made our way up, sooo here she is!

Gelato at the top, then back down for some markets, dim sum and temples - all equally fascinating, enticing and just wicked cool.

Lots of exploring and walking that night - more temples - we're a bit obsessed with Hong Kong. Minus the most disgusting, nauseating loo that Sarah had to use in a dark alley, nothing went wrong so I won't bore you with our euphoria (with a mix of intense jet lag obvi).

**Side note: I had written about the next two days and then it mysteriously disappeared. So. Um. I am currently angry, but I am going to try my best to portray the happiness from the trip.**

Next day started with McDonalds' iced coffee (pretty much the only coffee I can find in Asia that I like; please don't kill me). Explored gorgeous parks, stumbled upon more parks and even more markets, and we truly could not keep the smiles off our faces.

Until... the frogs. We saw them in a net on the side of the street, and I just looked at Sarah and said "how much you wanna bet they're on the menu for the night?" The following video is your answer.

It was like one of those horror movies where once you notice one little thing; you notice that the entire street is full of animals next to a menu with their name on it. LOL... but also kind of not, but also, yes super ironic OKAY.

We didn't know it, but it ended up being the most relaxing day of our trip; no agenda, no stress - except me stressing about the fact that nothing had gone wrong yet. I always just wanna get it over with, ya know?

Back to the airport! Met a new friend...

New look for the airport? I think so!!!

Vietnam. Despite watching other people have to pay exorbitant fees trying to obtain visas for Vietnam, Sarah and I had SOMEHOW done everything right and had zero issues - I know, unexpected for sure.

Vietnam was a tad confusing at first, from trying to understand what type of money would actually convert at a 23,000 to 1 rate to watching in horror as mopeds zoomed to and fro in each others' path without so much as a glance. But as soon as we walked into Vietnam Backpacker Hostel in Hanoi (def just name dropped there, but you'll see why soon), we absolutely and absurdly felt 100% at home. Smiling faces. Free beer. Backpacks. Bar. Food. You name it.

But first things first: food. What we experienced next was possibly one of our best Vietnamese meals. Couldn't tell you the name of the place, but our hostel pointed us in the right direction, that's all I know. Did I end up making an absurd habit of butchering my request for "Pho" wherever we went? Well, duh. But was having every waiter in all of Vietnam guffaw at me worth the amazing food that I received in return? HELL. YES.

Back to the hostel to book our Halong Bay cruise. Except, we were definitely not prepared for what awaited us. They tried to brainwash us. I am not kidding. They showed us all of these photos of boring couples on cruises in the bay and were like, you couldn't possibly want that, and well yes, we did not. And then they showed us all of these amazing pictures and videos of NON-couples just having a blast with each other on this private cruise, and private island and, um, we succumbed to the brainwashing.

Was it the best decision we made all trip? Absolutely. Did it take me a while to get over the fact that they had swindled us into handing over $xxx in cash (yep, they only deal in cash) on the spot to ensure our spot? Actually no. Because after a bus, then a boat, then another bus, then, yep, ANOTHER boat, we were at CASTAWAYS. As the island came into view, Sarah and I gave each other a little cheers, knowing full well that the brainwashing had taken full effect, but not actually giving a shi*t.

Enter the Canadians. Nathalie and Zac. Within five minutes we were fast friends, making sure that we ate together, bunked together, dove into the bay together... Within ten minutes we were on the same tube together (yes, all four of us - yes, we all fell off). Within an hour, people were asking us how long we had been traveling together for. Within two hours we agreed to, indeed, travel together (FORESHADOWING).

So, yes, this island consisted of everything you thought it would: rock climbing, volleyball, sun bathing, tubing... and that's what we did. Until. The booze cruise crew arrived. So I probably should have mentioned how this island works. They ship about 25 of us out to this island, and as we frolik in the sun, the folks that had arrived the day before, are out on their cruise of the bay. And let me tell you, they come in HOT. They immediately became our mentors. They tell you about the island, they tell you who to watch out for, they tell you what to expect the next day, and yes, we were all immediately very, very good friends.

Where was Sarah in all of this? Well, let me tell ya. I don't know. We both kept making friends, and about every hour, we would run into each other, say about two words about how happy we were and then run in the opposite direction again.

I have discovered the new universal bond that is truly capable of bringing the world together as one: drinking games. Granted, we all spoke English, so this is a terrible example, BUT not only did we all know the basic games, beer pong, flip cup etc., but we got to learn the Australian, Vietnamese, Icelandic, Canadian, Irish versions of all of these games. Talk about really diving into the culture, eh?

Day two on the island - time for our cruise! At precisely 10am, we embarked for one of the best days of our lives to date. If you had thrust me out into the bay on a raft, all alone, it still would have been one of the best days... but combined with OUR CREW? This cruise is almost indescribable...

I said ALMOST. I gotta describe some of it. It all started with a miscommunication. Our go-to beer on the island was literally called 333. When Zac ordered his first beer on the boat, he put up three fingers so that the bartender would know he wanted the 333; the bartender took this a step further and gave him three 333s. Not wanting to confuse things further, Zac paid for all three and made his way to the top deck. Unbeknownst to him (well we knew, but we didn't actually know, ya know?), there was a new rule: any beer that you held in your right hand, you had to drink from the beer bong. Zac had two in his right hand, and well... he's a rule follower!

People got points for beer bongs and the like, since I was the only American, I figured I'd ask if I could get some booster points, since I had no one to help me out. The guide's response?

We had some dance parties, some weird games (obviously), kayaking, random swims out to beaches that caught our eye, really good food and really good times. We NEVER wanted this day to end, but... the island awaited.

When we showed up to Castaways, we were now the mentors. We took the whole island of newbies under our wing and had yet another glorious night of mediocre food but fantastic dancing.

We were heartbroken as we left the island the next morning. It had truly become our home. Ok, not really, but when all you have is a couple hundred meters of sand, and people tell you it's your home, you start to believe it!

The vast majority of our crew was all staying together at Vietnam Backpacker Hostel in Hanoi (from here on out to be referred to as "VBH"). We could have never planned what was in store for us that night. The Asian football cup (or something like that - I truly never understood what tournament we were watching) was in full swing and Vietnam was playing. People told us that if Vietnam won the game, that the city would explode (not literally, but, ya know, giant celebrations in the streets and the like). Well, Vietnam won and I have never high fived, danced with, screamed at sooooo many people in one night in my life. Here's just a glimpse...

I also believe that this is the first GOOD photo of Zac, Nathalie, Sarah and me...

Late night Banh mi was also a must...

On this same evening, we somehow found time to plan our trip to Ninh Binh with, you guessed it, Zac and Nathalie. Never has it been easier to plan a trip. Sarah booked how we were getting there, while I booked where we were staying, while Zac booked the way back and Nathalie planned what we'd do while we were there (ok, guys, I know those are not the exact things we were all doing, but people at least get the picture).

The next morning, we were off to Ninh Binh! Just check out our 7am train music (also, a glimpse at how aggressive Sarah is at making friends 🤣)

Ninh Binh was just what we needed after the madness of the past few days. We booked a private room at a bamboo bungalow with this view...

The only issue, that we were to find out later, was that since the rooms were literally built out of bamboo, all noises were heard - from the rain to the VERY loud crew of Vietnamese tourists that were right next door (although I literally woke up thinking that they were in our room because they were that loud).

But first thing on our agenda was motor bikes! Cause when in Vietnam...

And don't worry, I did not drive, which is why I came back from this trip in one piece.

We then embarked on the journey that we had to come to Ninh Binh for: the boats. We hired a lady who spoke no English to give us a river boat tour and it was truly phenomenal. We thought we were just going to be chilling on the boat for three hours, but instead, we stopped off and explored islands and temples (and beer) along the way and I have neverrr felt more relaxed.

Thanks to this tour, we literally know everything about Zac and Nathalie, from how they first started dating... to their cats names and ages 🙄

After getting lost at pretty much every crossroads on our way back, we survived the bumpiest roads imaginable, grabbed some food, read by the water and had an early night. Truly a vacation from vacation... until Sarah and I did not sleep a wink because the Vietnamese tourists were up yelling alllll night. Ya win some, you lose some, eh?

The plan was to explore A LOT more the next day, but Sarah was on her deathbed and everyone was tired sooo we just stayed in bed and continued to vacation from vacation. We then booked a private "limo" back to Hanoi and it was five thousand times better than having to listen to atrocious train music.

Upon arrival in Hanoi, I quickly ran to the pharmacy and grabbed every drug known to man because not only was Sarah on her deathbed, but I was noooot doing to hot myself, and we had another week and a half of fun and no sleep that we had to power through, so thankfully I only paid like five dollars for all this👇

After grabbing Nathalie's laundry (oh ya, I forgot to mention that someone sh*t in her bed when we were on Castaways and she climbed into bed not knowing it... the full version of this story is only available in person for obvious reasons), we all headed to the Hanoi Airport! Destination: Hoi An.

On the Land of Ice

I was lucky to not be a pioneer on this trip, because let me tell you... Iceland takes A LOT of planning. But you know what's great about planning for really beautiful, cool, eclectic places? The planning is SO FUN. Friends gave me fantastic tips, and my main man Rick Steves just wrote his first ever Iceland guidebook this year. That is fate right there.

Quick intro on my travel mate Sarah: She's the nicest, most outgoing person you will ever meet. Is a flight attendant. Hates planning. Down to do anything and go anywhere = perfect travel buddy.

For this trip, we flew in on different flights. I know, I know - when paragraphs start this way, they always end badly, but this time it worked out OK! Well, as far as meeting up went. We had one thing in common when we landed in Iceland: neither of us slept a wink on our flights. But it was 6am, so according to my itinerary, it was time to start the day! 

It's pretty easy to jump right into the day's activities when the first thing on the agenda is the Blue Lagoon. Included in your visit: unlimited Silica face masks, drink at the bar, oh and if you make friends with the face mask girl? Upgraded face masks... whatttt. Perks of traveling with Sarah who makes friends with EVERYONE. Was this a very expensive experience? Yes. Am I scheduling a layover in Iceland for every trip from now on no matter where I go? Absolutely.

Next stop? The Snaefellsness Peninsula. This was about a two and a half hour drive which Sarah happily volunteered to undertake. I volunteered to sleep.

First stop on Snaefellsness Peninsula: Rauðfeldsgjá Gorge. Raining? Yep. Super cool though? Hell yes. Pretty much the theme of the day (:

Stop 2: Gatklettur. So I had seen all of these pictures online of people on top of this super cool arch. I asked the owners of this coffee shop about how to climb it, and they just laughed hysterically saying that I was wrong and would fall to my death. Oops. It was still cool.

When we picked up our rental car, we had been given a wifi attachment so that we could use Google Maps to get around Iceland. It stopped working. For THIRTY minutes. We drove around aimlessly in the fog and rain, pulling into random spots hoping that they would be cool because we had no idea where we were. Suffice to say we both had a mental breakdown. We had no sleep (well I had a little, Sarah had none in the past 40 hours). It's all a bit blurry, but I remember us yelling at a lot of things: the wifi, the car, the rental car guy, the fog, you know - the usual.

Sarah made a lucky turn and boom we made it to this cool volcano crater thing. And then... wifi came back! And with it... THE SUN.

After a quick stop at Skardsvik beach, a gorgeous white sand beach (actually quite a rare sight in Iceland), we just sat back (well I did, Sarah focused on the road) and enjoyed the insane views before us.

Next (and last) stop: Kirkjufell. And what is this mountain famous for?? Why being photoshopped into a mountain range in Game of Thrones OF COURSE. I don't even have any great photos of this mountain, but check out the surrounding views. Suffice to say we camped out here for a bit to soak it all in.

Also, did I mention, at this time of year, it does not get dark. The sun just does a little dip to dusk and then is high up in the sky a couple of hours later. So at this point in our day, sun shining and all, it was already 9pm. And we had a two hour drive back to Reykjavik ahead of us.

As if it were a sign that it was time to go home, the fog dropped down over us as we headed to our hostel. Sarah, ever the rockstar, drove for the first hour. Then, feeling noble, I offered to take over, for which she was extremely grateful. I guess she was a little tired or something?

I felt great as I drove along, jamming out to my music, enjoying the views, contemplating life etc. And then we hit... The Tunnel.

It is a very long tunnel. I don't know exactly how many miles, but there were many of them. At about mile 3 I started feeling VERY tired. And then I started thinking about how bright it was. THEN I began contemplating the fact that it actually felt like I was driving in the sun outside. And then I thought that I wasn't in the tunnel anymore. This is the point where I realized I was hallucinating. This fact freaked me out. I got really hot, REALLY claustrophobic and started to see stars. I figured this was a good point to tell Sarah what had been going on in my mind in the last ten seconds. I just looked at her and said "I think I'm gonna pass out."

She looked at me and said "hazards." I threw them on, and then out of nowhere, a pullover point. This poor girl had only gotten a 45 minute break from driving (if that), and now had to takeover again because our lives literally depended on it.

Our plan had been to go out in Reykjavik that night, but suffice to say, this did not happen. I popped some sleeping pills for good measure and was out for the next nine hours.

Day two: The Golden Circle.
After stocking up on snacks, we hit the road for the most famous Iceland day trip. 

Stop 1: Þingvellir National Park. This is the only place in the world where you can "walk between two continents." In essence, it is the point where the North American tectonic plate and the European tectonic plate meet. You can also scuba dive between the plates (next time).

Stop 2: Haukadalur Valley to see the geyser, Strokkur. Super cool, super beautiful. It erupts so often that I think we got to see it five times in the space of 30 minutes.

Stop 3: Gulfoss Waterfall, considered by some to be more magnificent than Niagara Falls. I don't know if I would go that far, but WOW was this impressive. Got sprayed by the waterfall and everything.

Stop 4: the Secret Lagoon and the highlight of my day. I'm telling you, if only more countries had hot springs around every corner; it is a fantastic way to break up the day.

Stop 5: Kerið Crater. The colors at this stop will blow you away. Bright red mud, a shining blue lake, and some vibrant green moss for good measure. We hiked around the circumference and then down to the water.

And just like that, it was 9pm again, but we still had one more stop that we were determined to hit. In retrospect, I'm not entirely sure why we thought it was a good idea to begin a 4 mile hike at such a time, but alas, that is what we did.

Stop 6: Reykjadalur Valley. We were very excited for these thermal springs, because who wouldn't be after a day in cold nature?! I cannot even explain to you the amount of rain and wind that was slamming us in the face as we began our ascent. Sheep were crossing our path. Sarah's umbrella broke from the sheer force of the storm, but still, we trekked on. People hiking back would stop us, and be like "are you sure you want to keep going?" We just looked at each other and were like, "wow, rude."

We kept having to pause to take in the beauty around us, but the pauses never lasted long because we were SO COLD. Finally we arrived and there was absolutely no one else around. Rick Steves had mentioned that there were some makeshift changing rooms... he did NOT mention that these changing rooms were not rooms.

We quickly stripped off our clothes, threw on our swimsuits and dove into the river. Sarah got in first and just looked and me and said, "it's barely warm." I started laughing at her super funny joke. I got in the water. She had not been kidding.

The rain continued to poor down on us. The current was strong. We were shivering... but we had hiked so far..! So we stuck it out, laughing, near tears from pain and disappointment, but somehow still very happy... most likely from the hypothermia that was sending our brain all kinds of weird signals.

This "happiness" lasted ten minutes. We were soaked, our clothes were soaked, our towels were soaked. Suffice to say we ran the entire way back to the car. When we arrived at the car it was 11pm.

Day three: The South Coast.
I had planned this trip so that each day would be better than the next. I'm not gonna lie... I very much succeeded. After taking a little tour of the town of Reykjavik (we had clearly been using all of our daylight elsewhere), we set out for...

Stop 1: Hotdogs. The one food that everyone kept telling me that we had to have was... hotdogs. They were delightful. Why you may ask... because they are made mostly of lamb. Ate a lot of those the rest of the trip. Yes, that is all I had for meals from there on out.

Stop 2 (not counting the 200 stops we made to take pictures of the insanely gorgeous scenery around us): Seljalandsfoss waterfall. Got to hike behind the falls - 'twas grand.

Stop 3: Skogafoss waterfall. Believe it or not, completely different experience than Seljalandsfoss. We were able to hike right up the mountain, alongside the waterfall and then back to its source. V cool. Sarah especially loved this one. I was soaking wet from Seljalandsfoss soaking me, and from the rain, and from the current waterfall we were hiking next to... oh, AND my rain boots were disintegrating as I was walking, so that was a new experience. But yes, I too loved Skogafoss. We also met this "photographer" who loved taking pictures of us, but took no good photos of us, so here is a picture of him taking pictures of us.

Stop 4: Sólheimajökull glacier. It was our first glacier of the trip and we loved it. Hopped right past all of the "do not go past this point", "at your own risk", signs and climbed right onto the glacier. We were in awe.

Stop 5: Vik beach. Extremely stunning black sand beach, also has these very cool basalt rocks and caves. Sarah immediately climbed right up; I then followed. Then the 500 tourists that were also there realized that they could do that and followed suit. It was funny and a little scary because it was raining, and I thought I was going to fall. But I did not fall. Success. This is me upset at all other people...

Stop 6: Diamond Beach. It is very hard to describe how incredible this sight was. Giant chunks of ice from the nearby glacier that are perfect in every way are deposited onto this black sand beach. It was rainy and very windy, but we were just running up and down the beach, inspecting all of the "diamonds" and yelling at each other to come and look at the one that we were looking at.

Stop 7: Jökulsárlón (glacier bay). My favorite stop from the whole trip. Words can't describe what I felt when I saw this. Pictures don't do it justice, but that's all I got... plus a video of Sarah.

Stop 8: A beautiful guesthouse in the middle of nowhere surrounded by mountains. It was perfect. We drank wine and went to bed... at midnight... with the sun still up.

Day 4: It was sunny!
After a very satisfying breakfast, we hit the road and headed back to Diamond Beach and Jökulsárlón because how could we not. The sun had come out once again so why not see these sights again in the sun...

We stopped at the other side of the glacier, stopped for some hotdogs, did a little tour of the town of Vik, frolicked through Mars and just enjoyed the sun and our last day on this other planet called Iceland. Did I mention we had a six hour drive back to the airport? Everything went so smoothly; here are the pictures from this day...

Upon arrival at the airport, Sarah realized that her flight had been canceled. She was somehow put on another flight; they held the gate for her. She made the flight. I wasn't really sure where she had gone, so I came to the logical conclusion that she is good at being in airports and bought myself some wine and watched Iceland play in the World Cup. Little life hack on Reykjavik airport... while their bar does close at 6pm, it is extremely socially acceptable to drink the duty free wines in the open there :)

Aahhh, SWEDEN.

This trip came about in what has become a prettyyyy typical way for my trips to materialize: in my morning Google Flights routine. Yes, first thing - coffee, second thing is finding cheap flights to anywhere in the world. Sometimes this consists of me just scrolling all over the map of the world; other times I just type in random cities and dates to see what will pop up.

On one such morning, I was scrolling around and rolled right over Stockholm, and thought, "Emma!" And since she is the absolute sweetest girl in the WORLD, she agreed to have me visit her THE NEXT WEEK after the shortest conversation ever:

Sooo just ten days later, I was off to Stockholm!

I was quite thrilled to be flying Norwegian - last time I had flown with them, I got free wine and chocolate the whooole time. What could possibly go wrong with such a swell airline?! Let me tell you. Not only could I not check in online, but all but ONE kiosk were broken at the JFK airport - which meant 500+ people standing in line (I also waited in line for 30 minutes for a kiosk which ended up being broken).

After an hour of standing in three different lines, I was finally rushed to the front since my flight was boarding. Of course security was absurd, and after sweating my way through that, I rushed to my "boarding" flight to find yet ANOTHER line. Obviously I sat down because... Why do people wait in that line??? People actually stand for thirty minutes just to sit down in their ASSIGNED seat. I, on the other hand, chugged a quick G&T. Smart traveling at its finest.

Unfortunately things only got worse from here: had to pay for wine, food, blanket, WATER. OOOHHHH Yeah. Then I remembered. I had sat next to a pilot on that previous flight, and he had told them to give me the same treatment as him. Little bit different this time around. Norwegian is in fact NOT a luxury airline.

I arrived in Stockholm and at last, all was well with the world.

First stop? Swedish meatballs.

Stop two was obviously (after coffee) paddle boating down the river. And by down the river, I mean we were really bad and couldn't even figure out how to pull away from the dock. Suffice to say we definitely made all the dock-side lunchers' day. Eventually we started going in a direction, and right as I was about to start gloating, we got caught on rocks... for a good bit, but we brought the boat back in one piece sooo it was a success after all.

On to Emma's house. Do you want to know why I am hereby declaring that she is the best host? She not only had a bottle of gin and tonic (and lime AND cucumber) waiting for me, but also this:

Ladies and gentlemen, beat that. Next was Galma Stan. Definitely at the top of my list. Sweden's old town is everything you would hope it would be: quaint, open, perfect amount of people, perfect amount of noise... just perfect. We wandered until we found a dinner spot down a cute little alley.

After the most epic walk across various bridges (Stockholm consists of several islands) as the sun was setting, we arrived at our destination for the night: Slakthuset. Okay, I think that's the name of it. Swedish names are hard. It was a rooftop bar. It was amazing. The sun never actually set. Super cool. Then, bed :)

Day two began with us waiting in line at the wrong dock, but after a little run around Stockholm, we made it to our boat just in time and were off to explore the Archipelago!! (Essentially Stockholm and the surrounding area consists of 30,000+ islands - and yes, when they calculated this number, they included rocks jutting out of the water.)

Our destination was the lovely island, Vaxholm. When we looked at a map, it looked super easy to walk to the beach. And we thought "wow, how nice would it be to have a nice stroll along the water to the beach?!" This thing did not happen. We walked along the highway for about 45 minutes (an hour?) before we reached the beach. No such scenic route existed. Oops. But the beach itself? Super great.

After a lovely picnic, we headed back in a much smarter fashion: the bus. And wow, seven minutes later, we were back by the boats. Imagine that. After a lovely drink by the water, we headed back to Stockholm.

The evening we experienced was all thanks to my man Rick Steves. I BELIEVE the spot we went to was Malarpaviljongen... which is just a floating oasis of joy.

After perfecttt rose wine here we headed for a night out in Gamla Stan... which was completely dead, because it was a Sunday night... in Sweden, which is essentially the opposite of New York when it comes to drinking hours. We asked for rose at this random sports bar (mistake, MISTAKE). They gave us cold red wine.

We headed home for a movie which was much more enjoyable :)

Last day! Hit the road early and conquered Skansen, the first ever open-air museum. Highly recommend it - super cool.

After another meal outside (every single meal that we ate was outside which was actually phenomenal).

We then grabbed some bikes for a twirl around the island of Djurgarden which was one of my favorite things from the whole trip (no, I did not fall and lose a tooth, but yes it was indeed the one year anniversary of losing my front tooth).

Emma and I grabbed a couple more roses on the water and then boom, I was off. No injuries this time around, folks!!!