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I'm in Sarasota! It's kind of awful here! We drove down this road lined with shitty motels and we stopped at a cheap one to look at the room. It was dimly lit, everything was broken and they hadn't cleaned it since the last people who had stayed in it who, mind you, must have thrown a crazy rock star party. There were even wet drops of blood on the counter and Bianca accidentally touched it and we died. Needless to say, we did not stay there. The other night we camped on Bahia Honda key and it was so pretty until the no-see-'ems made their debut. Those guys must be so fat now because they feasted upon our blood all night long. I got bit so much that Bianca thinks that either I have adult chicken pocks or some other kind of weird rash. Seriously, gross stuff. On a happier note, the thrifting has been great and I have a secret challenge for Catie, Julia, Felicite and other Katie. It is for now a secret, but I think it will be a fun adventure. If you choose to accept this mission, please leave a comment or wait for an angry phone call.