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Return to Paradise…

I know it’s been a while since I have written anything worth reading. The truth is other then working and some random nights in Las Vegas, my life has been pretty boring on paper.

I have been back in the US for 3 months now, and it is time for a break.

There are a few places in the world that I would call paradise, and Goa India is one of them. I know you might be thinking “India!! Are you nuts? Jimmy turn on the TV” Yes there has been a lot of bad things happening in India in the past month, but I will not let that get in the way. If I choose not to go due to the terror threats… then they win. I would rather die then live in a world where I can’t go outside “my bubble or safe zone” without the fear of dying.

I had such an amazing time in Goa last year that I can’t wait to get back. This time around I have about 20 or so friends from all over the world flying in for the special occasion. I plan to host the 2nd Christmas day beach treasure hunt, and party my ass off on the beach for New Years.

The only thing I’m not looking forward to is the 34-hour flight/travel time to get there!

This is my first time going overseas for just 2 weeks, so I will only be taking a small backpack filled with sandals, swim shorts, and my new book “The 4-hour work week”. There are a few reasons I am going back and one of them is to check on my pet cow. I know that sounds crazy, but on my first visit to Goa I made tons of friends and one of them was a local cow I named Betsy. She was a sweet old fatty, she spent most of her days lying on the beach and begging for food. She had a small birth defect, her horns somehow grew in a loop right back into the side of her face. The horns were actually breaking the skin as they continued to grow. Feeling that the horns would literally grow right into her face and kill her, I tried to come up with some ideas to help her. After a few failed attempts using a tree-trimming thing to cut the horns I gave up. All the local people keep telling me she would be fine, but they were wrong. I returned 2 years later to find out she died, but just like when I was a kid and a dog would die… we would just get another one and move on.

Upon arrival I noticed a new kid on the block that seemed to be moving in on Betsy turf as the new beach begging cow, so I cleverly named her Betsy Jr.

During my month long stay in Palolem beach I spent countless hours training Betsy. She has a soft spot for neck massages and a sweet tooth for nan bread. She was such a hit with the crowd my friend Meghan made a Santa Hat for her for Christmas. She might be a little bigger now but I hope she is still there and not on a hamburger bun.

So between the sun, beers, sleeping in all day hammocks, parties that don’t end till the sun comes up and looking for Besty Jr…. my 2 week trip to India is going to be the prefect winter getaway! I now have some serious flying to do! Goodnight….

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