The Never Ending Story...

The plan was to fly from Biarritz back to Paris. Spend one night there and then make my way to Mumbai in India. The home of the world's largest slum. Things went well and then the journey began in the Charles De Gaulle Airport.

I had caught the train into the airport. I made my way through to find my terminal and check in to my flight. As I wandered the airport somewhat lost I followed the signs. I found myself slipping from the crowd. All the sudden I emerged into a large terminal and there was not a soul in sight. No workers, no people, nobody! As I came out of the hall and into the terminal. I suddenly heard a hectic scolding coming in another language. As I turned to greet this chaos it was too late. I was hit by a  6 foot 5 inch french military police officer at full speed. We hit the ground hard and to my surprise I began to laugh...why was I laughing? These men had guns. WTF just happen!! Within 5 seconds I had three automatic M16 rifles to my head and was being detained and yelled at in french. Two minutes later I was being questioned in english. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING" was the first question. In my confusion I answered "Saudi Arabia" knowing that was a horrible answer but the truth. "WHY?" they yelled in a defining schreck. "To get to Mumbai" I answered. After 10 more minutes of questions and handing over my passport they realized I was only a lost american and had nothing to do with the possible bomb sitting 60 feet away..... WAIT...WHAT? "A BOMB?" I asked. "Yes someone left a bag and we think it's a bomb" they answered. "Well can I leave....I mean away from this possible bomb?" I pleaded. "No, Nobody moves"......Great I thought if this thing goes off i'm literally the closest one to it. I sat for an hour wondering if this was the end. As the bomb squad entered and the package was dealt with I felt time slow down. They moved slower than I have ever seen, looking like astronauts. Two minutes later the police opened the glass doors and in came 500 frantic humans all late for their flights. The bomb didn't take me but the stampede nearly did!!

I boarded my flight to Saudi Arabia and took a deep breath. At least that was over I thought. Little did I know it had only just begun.

I landed in Saudi Arabia and had a eight hour layover. Going through immigration and then entering a small terminal I decided to eat some food and find a good place to rest. With about five hours left I found a corner on the hard tile floor and laid down. Setting my alarm on my phone for an hour before boarding time I dosed off with headphones on listening to the wise words of Alan Watts. I woke to my alarm and walked to my gate. Where was everyone I thought to myself? I approached the desk confused and handed over my ticket. The man looked at me and said "your flight left an hour ago" . I looked at my phone and said "what do you mean?" He pointed at the clock on the wall and said " you're flights gone" "you're a no show" I looked at the clock then again at my phone. My phone was two hours behind. How could this happen!! " ok so what do I do now" I asked. He continued to tell me I needed to buy another ticket and that the next available flight did not leave for another 32 hours. Also I could not leave the tiny terminal because I didn't have a Visa to enter the country. I took a deep breath and walked over to buy a orange juice and contemplate what to do. As I go to pay. The cashier says "your cards declined". I hand him my other card. "This one too" he reply's impatiently as he puts up his closed sign. I sit down and think to myself.....Alright so both my cards are declined, I'm stuck in Saudi Arabia, It's 2:00am and there's literally no one in this tiny airport. I need some help. I go to connect to Wifi and it says it will send me a SMS for the code. But I don't have any cell service or an international plan. So no Wifi or anyway to contact anyone outside of this prison of mine. I begin to laugh. It starts as a chuckle and turns to a full blown laugh attack. THIS IS INSANE!

 Life can throw you curve balls and if you take it too serious you will never make it out alive. 

Then an angel came into my life. A 6 foot muslim angel by the name of Fahad Alphtani. He walked up and started to laugh with me. It was the most surreal experience I had encountered up to that point in my life. I knew somehow he was the one that would help me escape this prison. We spent the next 10 hours planning this escape. It was like solving a math equation. But after a few illegal maneuvers (his idea), a few bribes (also his idea), and $1000 dollars I was sitting in first class on my way out of my former prison. When I tried to pay Fahad he denied, I insisted and he won the battle. I will never forget this man and the love and kindness he gave to me. He changed me as a person. He showed me something I needed to see. 

As I flew over Mumbai I looked down onto the sea of endless slums. Mountains of garbage and rubble. I knew this was going to be the most intense part of my journey. Was I ready for this? I had not gotten any proper sleep in days and was in a hazy reality. 

I landed in Mumbai with only the address to my hotel. I knew I needed to get a taxi in the airport because dealing with taxi's in third world countries can be a nightmare. Yet a nightmare was what I was destined for whether I knew it or not.

I paid for a pre-paid taxi and exited the airport. The heat hit me like a straight right hand and I began to sweat instantly. It was pouring rain and I was sweating like a fat man on a sprint. How was this possible? I found the prepaid taxi station and knew I was in for another adventure. The taxi drivers were all sprawled out on the filthy street and not a single one spoke any english. I gave them my receipt which I realized didn't have the address on it and also that they charged me extra and kept the money. Whatever I thought just get me to my hotel. I NEED sleep. So after twenty five minutes of negotiating with body language I end up with the oldest and grumpiest driver. As we leave the airport he burns through my soul with his stare in the rearview mirror. Swearing at me in his language the entire time. Five minutes into Mumbai traffic (I could write a book on what I saw in this cluster fuck of madness)  my driver pulls over and kicks me out of his cab. He transfers me into another cab and this happens two more times in the next 45 minutes. As I am trying not to die from the heat and dark black fumes in my fourth cab a moped pulls up to my window and knocks on the glass. He points at the back left tire. I signal to the driver and the driver yells at him and brushes it off. Then he makes a sharp turn and we are heading down a beaten path through the slums. Just then I hear a loud POP!! The car drops to one side and I realize the tire just blew out. we go again.

He tells me not to get out of the car and within 5 minutes there are hundreds of people surrounding us. Woman with babies and small children are knocking on the window begging for food or money. Then he says to get out so he can jack the car up. I am bombarded with poverty stricken souls and they are stroking me as if I am their savior. All I can think about is all the immunizations I refused prior to coming and how If I was going to catch a disease it was going to be right now. 

Then things got real. I noticed outside of the crowd there were 6 men dressed differently. They stood out and I started to observe their movements and conversations. They were planning something. Then the energy changed and I realized my life was in possible danger. This is what I had heard about over and over before arriving. How they took you and sold you to the highest bidder until they eventually got a ransom or had the nerve to kill you. The fear did not hit me completely until the men started to yell. As if to insight a riot. To get the crowd to react so they could move within the chaos undetected. But it was when the taxi driver started to scream at me to run is when I realized that my life was teetering on the edge. I entered a state of mind I have never experienced. My hearing went and my vision enhanced. Time seemed to slow as I began to plot my options of escape. I had two options. The alley to my left that emptied into a busier street or the never ending slums behind me. I reached into my bag and took the only defense I had. A five inch double sided blade. I attached it to my hip. As the men created a half circle and started to move in slowly. It hit me again...laughter. No, really? I am about to be kidnapped and possibly killed and... yep, It starts slow and again turns to a full blown attack. I see confusion sweep over the crowd and then the men. How and why the fuck was this happening. I couldn't stop. My mind flooded with the LOVE in my life, the blessings, the angels, it was then that I truly understood how blessed my life was and how thankful I was for it all. It seemed like forever that I stood there laughing beyond all control and when it came to an end I realized the driver was screaming into his phone and a minute later there was a taxi sitting at the end of the alley to my left. Again I was thrown into this state that I could only relate to being in a cage for my MMA matches. I knew what needed to happen and I knew if it didn't my life was going to be no longer in my own hands. I grabbed my bags and began moving as fast as I possibly could down the alley. Not once looking back. Knowing they were right behind me. As I came out of the alley and hurled my bags into the taxi which was open and running. I turned. There they were within 10 feet from me. As I made eye contact with one of the men. We connected. I understood. His eyes spoke to me and again time slowed. I saw his life, his struggles, there was no anger or hate. There was only what needed to be done. The doors locked and we drove away as if we had just robbed a bank. Tears filled my eyes. I wanted to go back and give them what I had. I wanted to give everything. Every possession, every dollar I had. To the woman, to the children, and even to the men to had just attempted to take my life. As the tears fell. I felt a shift in my life. I was different. I had felt things I never knew existed I had entered states of mind I had only read about.

It took 5 hours to find my hotel which was very far away. It was in a place that I questioned my safety and wondered how a place like this (which looked nothing like the online pictures when I booked it) had a "hotel". I didn't care I needed to sleep. Or was this all a dream. Was I going to wake as a fell asleep into another reality. 

The next day I changed my flight. I couldn't spend a week in this place. The odds were being constantly stacked against me and I questioned if I would even make it out of this underworld. I decided to spend a day touring the city and trying to connect with the program I was supposed to meet with. I would fly out the day after and give myself more time in Indonesia which I was excited about. 

The morning I was supposed to leave I woke to a loud explosion. Alright I thought. What now? I packed my bags and walked down to the lobby to catch my ride. The lobby was filled with military police and I knew I was in for yet another surprise. I asked what was happening and the hotel manager said the neighborhood and hotel was on lockdown until further notice. I asked to use the phone or Wifi to change my ticket. Guessing I was going to miss my flight. The manager informed me that the power was out and that I would have to wait. 4 hours later I was informed I could leave and I made my way to the airport. We hit traffic and I knew there was no way I was making my flight. I tried using the taxi drivers cell to call the airport and had no luck. As I arrive they inform me I was a "no show" and that I would have to purchase another ticket. The next flight was in 17 hours but the connection from Singapore to Bali wasn't available and that I needed to walk 20 min down to the other terminal to deal with the travel agent there. 

As I exited the terminal I was approached by a handsome looking Indian with pristine english. I knew right away he had intentions to help and that he would somehow benefit from it. At first I told myself not to listen or trust this man. The longer we spoke the more I liked him and knew he was just a man seeing an opportunity. Creating a job for himself and a legitimate hustle. He informed me he had worked at the airport for 14 years and laid down what they were going to do for me and what he could do for me. After 20 minutes I decided I had little to lose by going with this man and seeing what he could do for me. We got in his taxi and headed for his travel agent. 

Right away we hit traffic. Bad traffic. I was back in a fight for my life not to die from the black smoke billowing in my window. Sweat poured down my body as I listened to this man tell me about every woman he's ever been with and how he did it. It was 2 hours before we made it to the travel agent. As we walked inside instantly they recognized him and started yelling at him to get out. After 5 minutes he convinces them to let him stay. We sit down and I receive my options. An hour later I purchase a completely new ticket for another $1000.00 dollars. We exit the building and surrender back to the horrific traffic jams from hell. I had asked how this new friend of mine made money off helping me? He told me that he brings me to change my ticket then when I need a hotel to stay at. As I wait for my new flight and he makes a commission off the hotels. I asked how clean or descent the hotels he offered were and from his response I realized these were low end places which basically meant they were on the verge of collapse. I informed him I needed a little bit nicer of a place and that I would pay him for his help. He agreed. After 4 more hours and 5 hotel stops. I realized he was going into each hotel alone and just telling me they were full. Attempting to break me with the heat and traffic so I would stay at one of his hotel options. After seeing I wasn't going to break we go back to the first hotel stop and I get a room. I have 10 hours before I leave. Alright I think to myself. Lets try this again.

I get a shuttle from my hotel back to the airport and show up three hours early. Just to be sure I am prepared. I walk in and up to the first agent I see and ask her where Singapore Airlines is. She takes my paper itinerary and looks at it for a minute. She hands it back and in broken english says "no singapore airlines". My heart drops. This isn't happening. I did not just get conned for $1000.00 dollars. I walk away sit down and take a few long breaths. I go within and listen. You're alive, you're well, things could be worse I tell myself. I weigh my options and something tells me to try again. I walk over to another agent and he continues to tell me Singapore Airlines doesn't have a station until an hour before the flight and I will have to wait. I'm flooded with joy. "With pleasure" I respond and go sit on the hard tile floor for another 2 hours with a big smile on my face. I'm going to make it out of here I say to myself. Here I come Bali. What is next? Will this madness continue.  

I knew no matter what I was ready for whatever. I knew in life everything and everyone you've ever known can be taken from you. The one thing that is yours and that can never be taken is the way you respond to situations. The way you chose to react when life takes you for a bumpy ride. With the right attitude and a smile on your face. Life is what you make it to be. 

I spent 10 hours in Singapore Airport which was an amazing place!! As I board my flight for Bali I am overwhelmed with a warm feeling within. I felt something big coming. I had a feeling all this was leading somewhere. It was guiding me to where I needed to be. Bali was it and something good was there waiting for me. I could feel it.



The Calm Before The Storm...

I was looking forward to what Biarritz had to offer. Connecting with a fellow martial artist. Which was a close friend of mines cousin was going to be an exciting start to my time in southern France. He picked me up at the Airport and we immediately hit it off. Troy was a 35 year old Australian with a great personality and incredible outlook on life. He had spent some time in Biarritz and had all the knowledge needed to experience the place and culture in depth.

It had been 10 years since I had last been to Biarritz and lots had changed. The memories came flooding back as I roamed the streets, markets, and did my best at conversations with the small amount of french I knew. Right away I began to study the language and with each day I learned a little more. 

I spent my time roaming the beaches and towns. I began to spend hours simply observing the people and the way they interacted. Their tendencies, greetings, body language, and expressions all fascinated me. It was my first opportunity outside of the country on this journey to spend hours just walking and sitting. I found I was treated differently as a foreigner but it was expected and accepted. I found with a genuine smile and a little effort to communicate they would warm up and see you were interested at viewing life from their perspective. 

Traveling to the town of Bayonne was a major highlight. A old town filled with history. It radiated a way of life and culture that was captivating and gave me since of returning back in time. The Gothic church built in the 1600's was a site to see. Walking through I understood how with the architecture, art, and strategic placing of oversized statues it was easy to make a person feel so small and mortal in the house of God. The streets were filled with cafes and small shops. Bridges reached elegantly over the waterways and into the tight quarters of the next maze of alley ways. As I left Bayonne I felt blessed to have stumbled across such an old and uplifting community.

I spent days trying to connect with children's organizations in or near Biarritz with no luck. Searching for a contact that might point me in the right direction was harder than I ever imagined. So I began to observe from far and take notes on the groups of children I could find in what seemed to be beach summer programs. Again there relationships with each other and their teachers was of much interest. This was a different culture and I yearned to dive into their heads and explore how these mentors were connecting with these children. 

My time in Biarritz was coming to a close and I was ready to continue the explorations. Little did I know the week to come would change my life forever...


Longues Promenades Nouveaux Amis

Arriving in Paris with no time to spare I was excited to wander the streets. With only a day to do so before I was off to Biarritz. I knew I must get out and see this place. Known for its history and ancient stories to tell. Cobblestone streets and museums of art. So I set out on foot with a new friend and began the journey.

The first thing to catch my eye were the statues on every corner. In every park and on every bridge. Dating back to the 1600's. Works of astonishing art. Meticulous and bold and each so unique. The next thing was the architecture. The design of the city and its bridges. The buildings speaking to you with their towering arches and calming colors. Like a blind man gaining his sight I walked looking in every direction, down every alley, exploring every park.

Eventually I found myself at the iconic Eiffel Tower. Surprised by its color and texture it was much more industrial than I expected. Overflowing with tourist we walked beneath feeling its looming presence and went to view it from the grass field filled with locals and romantic couples. 

Spending the rest of the day visiting the sites I was struck by how old this city was. How most historic sites were older than the United States itself. Making me stand in awe how small and young I felt in the presence of the immortal churches. The churches were what struck me the hardest. How persistent they were at making you feel like a spec in the house of God. How did they build these monstrosities I kept asking myself. How are they still here and still telling their tales of suffering and savior. 

It was time to go but I knew the history, churches, and art were just beginning. Next stop southern france in the town of Biarritz, Bayonne, and Anglet. Au revoir Paris


The Constant Flow

I stared out the window of  Delta's flight #2280 mesmerized by the city. Its intricate layers of man's creations. All packed one on top of the other. I knew while still up above it all that I was going to fall in love with the city. It had already begun. 

Stepping out of my Ūber onto the streets of the East Village I couldn't help but notice each small café, restaurant, and shop. All with its own unique style and design. The smells of the city filling my nostrils I began to feel welcomed with each passing minute. As if the concrete jungle was calling for exploration.

Spending my first few days wandering the jungle of skyscrapers, old churches, museums, and exhibits. I walked by foot and eventually found City Bike (a genius invention). I became completely immersed in observation. The continuous flow of the city. Millions of people all moving and living in a system that seemed to never stop.

As I began to meet the people of New York I understood why this city had the reputation it did. A city of individuals with no time for anything but the hustle. It is a place where you eat or are eaten. A place where competition is of the highest level in all fields. The people I had the honor of meeting were world changers. People of intellect, innovation, creativity, drive, and passion. People with interesting stories to tell. People not afraid to share their opinions and knowledge. It became a continuous lesson filled with curiosity, learning, and endless questions.

Working with Bent On Learning an organization that is bringing yoga into the public school systems of New York was an absolute pleasure. Seeing the difference they are making in the everyday lives of the cities children was incredible. I believe in a city as hectic and sporadic as New York. To teach the children a way to slow things down and connect with your inner self is mandatory. Without a mindfulness practice in a such a place. I see how you could lose yourself so easily.

The next organization I had the opportunity to work with was the Teak Fellowship. A group of highly educated and impressive individuals that are generating our future geniuses. An organization that takes low income inner city children that are driven and willing to put in the extra work. These children are put through a rigorous middle school and high school program outside of the school system. Passionate about learning and education these children are helped to enter the nation's most renowned high schools and colleges. Coming from very little you can feel they understand the blessing of education. Something I believe most of us take for granted. 

As my time in New York City came to a close I had gained a whole new appreciation for the city and its diverse people and cultures. A melting pot of the world's brightest and most creative minds. A place filled with beauty and with struggles. A place with no time for anything but the hustle, grind, and flow. Where if you are not growing and evolving you are being left behind. 

A left a piece of my heart in the city. Knowing I would be back. Next stop..... Paris. Finally time to leave the country and experience some new cultures and languages. France je viens ici.

Heated Inspirations & Gelatin Leaps

As I stepped off the Jet onto the jet bridge the heat engulfed me and the sweat was immediately flowing from every pour. I had felt this heat before but was surprised at its instant tenacity. A relentless pursuit to drain you of all hydration. The type of humidity you could cut with a butterknife.

Taking a red eye from L.A. I touched down in Tampa with no sleep. I had a 9:00am appointment with the Executive Director of the Children's Cancer Center and her team. Feeling a little intimidated and nervous I wasn't sure what to expect. I was dripping in sweat dressed in an ensemble that was not fitting for the climate and wondering if I had what it took to ask the right questions. To learn what I needed from this well established and impressive organization.

I had done my research but really did not know to much in detail about what exactly the Children's Cancer Center did.  As I pulled the door open to their center the cool air soothed all my worries. I knew somehow, someway this was going to be positively life changing.

Patty O' Leary greeted me with a smile and the amount of energy to run an entire city. She radiated with a force that not many have. I knew instantly why she was running the show. Her words were clear and to the point. Filled with intent and passion for what she pursued and tirelessly accomplished. As she toured me through the facility and explained who they were and what they did I was overwhelmed and thoroughly impressed at the amount of love and help they gave to 86% of all families in the surrounding area with children diagnosed with cancer. I did my best to hold back the tears as we walked the halls looking at pictures and hearing stories of the children who had recently passed. I felt a weight on my heart as I imagined the families losing their son's, daughter's, brother's, sister's, and grandchildren. It was a strange thing seeing how they had come to deal with these things. By the time we sat down for our interview I had a million questions. But realizing I had a limited time frame I stuck to the script and pulled as much as I could from Patty and her amazing team. 

Next on the list was the Sanibel Sea School. Driving three hours through the flat planes of suburbs and shopping malls I arrived on the small island of Sanibel. A small swampy island where the ocean surrounds you with its odors and creatures of all types. The only place in the world with a shell museum. A place of white sand beaches and warm waters. 

Again I didn't know what quite to expect with this organization. As I walked in the door I was immediately impressed with their facility. Filled with art projects, ocean equipment, informative ocean facts, posters boards, and sea life it was a collaboration of children's work that was beautifully displayed. 

Sitting down with Bruce was an honor. A doctor, marine biologist, executive director, husband, and a highly conscious and aware individual. I felt an instant connection as we discussed Hawaii his former residence for a period of time. A place he intended to start his Sea School. When bruce began to inform me of what exactly they did at the Sanibel Sea School. I was blown away at their diversity, fundamentals, principles, goals, and overall spirit. How they brought such simplicity to such a complex thing was very impressive to me. Knowing what it takes to organize and run something like this I had to reassess my own fundamentals.

With only hours to spare I rushed three hours back up the coast to attend the Children's Cancer Centers Gelatin Plunge. One of their bigger fundraisers for the year. Again nothing but inspiration. Knowing what it takes to throw such a big event. Over 100,000 dollars raised it was an event full of smiles. 

Standing at the top of the 15 foot slide staring into a pool of orange gelatin I thought to myself this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I took a step back, and before I knew what I was doing I was flying through the air skipping the slide and landing with a gigantic gelatin splash. As I emerged from the pool (much harder than expected) I was met with a roar of applause and screams. 

My trip had come to an end and I left florida with more than I ever had imagined. With my next stop being New York City I was filled with butterflies knowing my journey was only getting better with each stop. 



City of Dreams...City of Angels

My time in Los Angeles has come to an end. A part of me wants to spend more time in the chaos. The consistent hustle and grind to become something, somebody. I know that I will be back again soon. The energy is addictive. So much happening everywhere you go. I see how easy it is to lose yourself in it all. The beauty and creativity of the city is captivating. The diversity of people and their many styles all so different yet so similar. Everyone is dressed to impress even if their ensemble screams otherwise. Everyone with their own swagger. From hipster to hippie, gangster to grimy. Millionair to model. Fashion seems to conquer all.

My time spent here was incredible. There are people here really making a difference. People dedicated to enriching the lives of the kids in this city. People doing their best to help children out of the situations that they unwillingly were given. It is surprising how many different amazing organizations are around the city. All doing their part to add to the collective movement towards a better future. 

I could feel the universal love for all children in the city. With such a mix of ethnic backgrounds race seems to fade away when it comes to the kids. Smiles seem to radiate from each child. Mentors passionate about their work. Understanding what they are doing is really making a difference in these kids lives. People that know their purpose. Know what needs to be done and are working everyday to accomplish just that.  

I learned that like in most places, but especially here that it is essential that we teach these children how to slow down. In a place so filled with movement and progression it is easy to lose who you are. You start projecting who everyone else wants you to be. Who you think you need to be to be "somebody". It is not until we teach these children to calm the mind that they can really start asking the right questions. Start to understand who they themselves are at a deeper level. That is when these children will start becoming who they need to be to deal with the big issues that they will be facing. Issues bigger than anything we face today. 

Thank you Los Angeles. Thank you for the love, beauty, and inspiration. Next stop Florida.....

RTW Project Day #1


It's day one and the packing has begun. With such a diverse array of locations, I find it hard to pack light. Needing different things for different climates bags quickly become heavy. One back pack and one duffel bag is what I have been able to narrow it all down to.

I started to plan this trip after my fiancé of 4 years left. I was broken. Knowing there was only two ways to go in the situation. Up or down. I decided to go up. All the way up ;)

I wanted to get out. I wanted to take the next step in my life. I knew it was time. To build something bigger than myself. Something that would be around after my time here on earth was finished. 

I am doing this trip to inspire others to make a difference. To take the leap and get outside their comfort zone. I had no clue how it was all going to work. I just bought the ticket and had faith. I knew that if I stayed focused and worked hard it would all fall into place.

In the last week its been a crazy scramble. Setting up the automation of my business here Kauai Adventure Fitness. Finalizing the work for our third quarter of programs for N.K.O.H.,  that begin the day I return to Hawaii. Of course the farewells and goodbyes also.

The hardest thing to leave is going to be the energy here on Kauai. Its so calming and healing. I know I will start to yearn for that peace. My family and friends will be missed dearly but I think it's my baby sister who I will miss the most. I will be missing her 6th birthday and am not to happy about it. 

I can't wait to be in LA though. I have some amazing friends there and will be working with some incredible people. I am looking forward to dancing, training some MMA and connecting with some awesome yoga instructor's to further my practice in Ashtanga.

Thanks for tuning in. Next stop L.A.









Join Us for Art Night Friday December 11th

We are happy to say that our first trimester has been a complete success. With each of three programs full we have been able to connect with our kids in a way that I believe has positively impacted their current lives and their future endeavors. Instilling in them lessons, principles and skills for their future. We are looking forward to connecting and teaching these children in new programs. We are also looking forward to new students for our second trimester. 

Please Join us for our upcoming event Na Keiki O Halelea Foundation Art Night Fundraiser to celebrate the end of our first trimester. 

Where: General Store of Hanalei (Next to L&L)

When: Friday December 11th 6:00pm-9:00pm

What: A free entry fundraiser with food, music, art, and more!