We came, we saw, we danced. And danced and danced. For nearly all of 2018, we danced in a different scenic or iconic location every day.
We began on New Year’s Day on the beach in Myrtle Beach, SC; and we skipped and swayed and pranced and capered and cavorted and bopped and twirled and whirled and dipped and leaped and lifted and spun our way completely across the continent to the beach in Newport Beach, CA. Literally from sea to shining sea. Along the way, there were purple mountain majesties and fruited plains that we boogied on.
Furthermore, it was all one continuous dance, with each of us choreographing 4 beats per day that took up where the previous day left off. Surely that must be some kind of record?