In the struggle against triteness, I find it instructive to sneak peeks at what the gringos seated next me at internet cafes are typing to the folks back home. Plus, I’m a nosy bastard.
Anyway, I hereby pledge: if you ever catch me using the words “bustling,” “seaside,” or “village” in the same sentence, I will give you a hunnerd dollars. Present post excluded, of course.
