Day 3 of first vacation in two years: Today was bizarre, to say the least. I woke up to the news from home, and I guess I shouldn’t have, but I’m glad I did. Which is why it was so bizarre. But it also set the day in a strange way. As I rode my bike searching for food, driving to and from Cancun, to pick up a friend, While dealing with landlord on that stupid sliding metaphor. To losing our car for a sec, Along with that damn key, Y para acabarla de fregar, My desserts never came to be. All this to say, it doesn’t include the close calls in all directions— both litcherally and figuratively. I guess that’s the power of the number three. And I gotta let it be... Until Friday. Mañana. #SaddleTime #LasCrucesNTulum #GabesGettingHitched #Day2 #RogueRubioGoingForIt (at Tulum, Quintana Roo) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoQhaUiAckK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ttuoec9ityeh












