It’s only May, and already I’m fantasizing about summer road trips and exotic jaunts. But then I remember that almost every time I go on vacation my glow wears off once the artists show up. Inevitably, I see a traveler who is painting or sketching, creating significant and personal mementos while I am left envious and grumpy because all I have to take home are cheesy postcards and tacky magnets. This can’t go on!
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