so it's official, in 11 days i am headed off to my first post-mission vacation. where am i headed?

to visit whom?

she might kill me for this picture...

but what does that call for?

this. lots and lots of this.

okay, minus the killer bod, cute tube-top swimsuit, and cool pool to lay out in, but you get the picture. i need to get rid of these nasssssty tan lines on this nasssssssssty body so i can go to the beach for the first time since this little adventure:

Barcelona, October 2005. it's been a while.

where my favorite old navy shopper frolicked in the waves of the mediterranean

where we ate belgian waffles on the boardwalk

and met hot euro guys. can you say belgish?

and this asian lady basically stripped us naked to give us massages on the beach.

man. i'm excited.