After checking out, my mother and I tried to navigate our way to 
As the plane took off, I looked back at the island growing smaller as we climbed. This was an experience I needed to have. It was unfortunate that Aunt Myrtle had to pass away in order for me to finally recognize “home” in 
posted by Dre' @ 5/22/2006 11:48:00 PM
There are travelers (those who go to a place for the original experience) and non-travelers (those who go to places with someone else's idea of what they should see, do, taste, etc.) Why is it that most of the non-travelers I know are African-American? I'm out to change that and inspire African-Americans to experience their destination for all that it is, good and bad, or as I like to call it, "Backpacking while Black."
I'm the hero of the story He's written, but with a penchant for jumping into things before I think about it, but I like surprises. I'm married to the most beautiful woman in the world, who just happens to be Miss. Democratic Republic of Congo (in my eyes at least). We're Atlanta residents, but want to take His message all over the world. Like most people in the "Star of the South" I'm a transplant from the armpit...I mean Garden State, New Jersey, but I have a light Jersey accent. I'm a fierce Jamerican, but I take the best of both countries and make them my own. I...now we...also love to travel and know what...you don't need riches, time and a foreign language to do so. My wife would differ about the foreign language because she speaks four. But really, all you need is a sense of adventure, courage to do something different and a good supply of hand sanitizer. In all honesty...read the blogs! More of me...now us...will come out there.
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