Robb Schiller

If a standby flight across the coun­try, ocean, moun­tain and piles of aging ched­dar were the ingre­di­ents for one incred­i­ble time out of Orlando for the hol­i­days… That’s what I was just served. Not a mountain-full, or an ocean-full, but a life-time sup­ply of incred­i­ble mem­o­ries and unfor­get­tably cheese filled moments. Which is where the whole quandary comes in… through­out the trip a log­i­cal deduc­tion of time and rea­son was cre­ated for every life moments rela­tion to a cheese dish. It took some seri­ous time.

Which is why I have not writ­ten in almost a month.

Last year I trav­eled out to visit San Diego for the first time. I returned com­pletely blown away… If you want to read more about that trip, because of this blogs one year anniver­sary, you totally can.

Although this trip was remark­ably dif­fer­ent in almost every way the good­ness remained.

Some seri­ous high­lights would undoubt­edly be sim­ply hang­ing out with the long-lost brother, rid­ing in his brown bucka­roo and being lov­ingly invited to share in the surf glory. This dudes on fire.

Con­nected to this was the tooth­less talk­ing game on the Coaster com­ing back from Ocean­side. I com­pletely for­get what the game was called but it was incredible.

I feel com­pletely over­run by the quan­tity of mem­o­ries from this trip. I just have to stop.

T of the T — Matt Chan­dler: Sanc­ti­fi­ca­tion and Marrige

S of the T — Jil­lian Edwards: July & June

P’s of the T