Cumpleaños Feliz

Happy birthday to my mother, who has instilled in me a sense of adventure and admiration for the world around me. I grew up on the stories of Annie dock hopping in Los Angeles where she became a chef on a boat that took her through the Panama Canal and up the East Coat of Latin America. Like mother, like daughter. Thank you for the gift of travel and teaching me freedom comes with responsibility. 


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