Told you I was disappearing. I wasn't kidding.
That's this morning. No laptop in the shot, on purpose. I'm not telling you where this is, what it took to get here, or what's in the little glass with the berries in it. Okay — chia pudding. That much I'll give you.
I checked in for exactly as long as it takes to write this. Then I'm gone again.
The Part I'll Actually Say
Here's the thing I didn't mention before I left: this trip isn't just a trip.
Somewhere in the last few weeks, quietly, without making a thing of it, I became the person you call when you want a trip like this one — planned, booked, and handled, with the kind of rates and added extras you don't get calling the front desk yourself.
I'm not going to turn this into a pitch. I'm on a beach. But I'll say this much: the perks are real, booking it didn't hurt at all, and there's a page for it now if you want the details before I go dark again.
→ Scott's World Travel Adventures
Hiking, diving, ski trips, casino runs, wellness retreats — whatever your version of this is, it can be planned and booked. Inquire now, plan for later.
Back to actual writing soon. For now: doc out, sand in the keyboard.
— Dr. Scott