John Grisham

John enjoying a beer in London

John Grisham came into my life one fateful day in 2006. I was in Mancora, Peru, wrapping up my backpacking trip with a month long stint by the sea. I was on the beach with my friends, reading a John Grisham novel I had picked up at a hostel book exchange. A Danish friend immediately started making fun of my choice, claiming he could read the first page and tell me exactly how it would end, thereby saving me the effort of reading the entire novel. Needless to say, he read the first page and failed at his prediction of the ending. Just as I was ready to end the friendship, he proposed another thought.

can you spot John?

He insisted there must be a smug picture of the author on the back cover. He was right. We cut his photo out of the book and a star was born. John came with us everywhere that night, sneaking into photos and trying to steal the show. He still won’t leave to this day, and usually finds himself wherever I am, desiring to see the world with me. This blog will occasionally showcase holidays with John and me. He just can’t seem to get enough, the little rascal.

John in Scotland with the Loch Ness monster