I left Indianapolis early that Thursday morning and got on a connecting flight thru Charlotte. The day was full of mad anxiety as I have been worshipping the porcelain gods for about 3 days prior to my departure and was completely drugged from all the recommendations of my very caring co-workers (or maybe they just wanted to sabotage my vacation). Cena pleaded with me not to go but I just looked at her as if she's crazy and quickly dismissed the thought.
Though still plagued with whatever virus I caught, I was very happy and content as I awoke and peered out my window to see the breathtaking island of the Dominican Republic.
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A travel journal by Karla. That's me, not you.