Happy 4th of July!

Most people celebrate 4th of July by eating apple pie and watching fireworks. I, on the other hand, chose to fly to a communist country that has minimal relations with America. After a rocky set of outbound flights — Delta adding an extra layover to my itinerary last minute, and then another flight taking off without me (I wasn’t happy about that one) — I landed in Miami to meet up with my brother. We went to the beach, only to realize we had each – independently, mind you – bought the exact same swim trunks.

We went home and never went to the beach together again.