UNTIDY TRAVELER
On vacation, I really like to let my hair down. And by that I mean that I become a massive slob. Piles of clothes on the floor, half-drunk cups of coffee stranded in strange places, crumpled towels stationed in questionable spots. Flyaway piles of papers, random receipts, loose change just hanging loose.
A disclaimer: We’re not talking about my departing from a hotel room or rental house with it so completely trashed that you’d think a wayward rock band or simply
