The Lumps, Bumps, and Colors of a Floridian’s Wanderlust

Some of us Floridian’s are born with an unsatisfied longing. Something is always just out of reach when we look at the horizon—something from deep within nags at us. Is it the shouts of our ancestors buried in our genes, or the whispers of past life memories? I don’t know, but when I see a … More The Lumps, Bumps, and Colors of a Floridian’s Wanderlust