I had to go back to Antigua last night in order to get to my plane this morning. We ended up shooting pool for most of the night. But the funny part was when Brandon and I walked into Points & Feathers, the Timberwolves were playing the Milwaukee Bucks. How strange is that. We were forced to watch the end of the game -- where Minnesota pulled out the chalk board and taught a class in how to kick ass. This morning I flew up to Flores and shared a mini-bus with a Dutch couple out to Tikal. I met my twin ... only about 40 years older. We had a great conversation about the Art of Travel. More on that later. Happy Birthday to my sister Teresa!