My First American Kiss

My First American Kiss

While kayaking, I had been coming across several locations where the fish were jumping 2 – 3 feet out of the water, which was pretty cool.  So, you know me… I had to get right in the middle of it!

These silver footers were jumping up and over my kayak, sometimes hitting the sides, probably knocking themselves out, and just as I was snickering to myself, “Watch as one hits me in the back of the head”, one of the little guys smacked me on the side of my face, corner of my lips.  A little startled, but funny as heck. That was my first American kiss.

Not quite what I expected, but I’ll take it!

Dock, Sunset, Water, Sky

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  1. So enjoying your posts… my son will soon be biking from Viet Nam to Portugal and we are hoping he writes a blog like this so we can keep up with his travels. This morning when reading your note about the fish kiss to my husband, he asked where you were in your travels. I said I had no idea. Would be nice if you could just mention exactly where you are on your trip in each post or even have a map with a red dot for your location… just a thought. So where are you right now? Keep writing… !

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