There are two kinds of people in the world: those who plan down to the last detail and those who freestyle. I’m the latter. I’m the life of the party, please don’t ask me what we’re eating in the house we hired for the next 7 days when the closest mall is an hour away. The irony of those who freestyle is that in spite of what seems like spontaneity — a sort of laissez-faire attitude that enables the free-styler to seamlessly transport himself from point A to point B — this traveler is meticulous.
