The Portuguese call it coração partido. The French know it as la douleur exquise. Latin Americans translate it as la congoja; while the English know it simply as heartbreak. Heartbreak transcends cultures; it is a unanimous feeling that doesn’t discriminate. We have all had a broken heart; have felt that intoxicating rush of falling… [Read More]
I blame it on Lonely Planet. I was solo traveling when I grabbed that city guidebook and sat down next to the handsome Italian in the hostel common room. If it hadn’t been for Lonely Planet I might have never gotten involved beyond a cursory glance and passing smile; yet, I did get involved… [Read More]
Last year — for the first time — I traveled solo throughout Eastern Europe while I had my then-fiancé/now-husband waiting for me back home in Australia. To solo travel voluntarily while in a relationship isn’t something that seems to be on many people’s agenda. The assumption is that once you’re in a long-term relationship,… [Read More]
I had traveled abroad with my boyfriend, Jeff, before to Colombia, the Dominican Republic, London and France for quick trips here and there. Each trip proved different–some more relaxing and luxurious, others fast-moving and urban–but our European adventure would be unlike any previous trip. For almost a month, the two of us would… [Read More]
While recently traveling through Europe with my boyfriend, I learned first hand what it means to travel as a couple and which cities are more conducive to romance. It’s incredible how each city can take on a personality of its own, whether it’s the playful spirit of Amsterdam or the romantic overtones of Paris…. [Read More]
There are certain cities that are synonymous with love like Paris or Venice or Rome. Obvious destinations and trips that immediately come to mind whenever the words “honeymoon,” “anniversary,” or “Valentine’s Day” are said. Then there are those off-the-beaten path adventures that aren’t as obvious but still prove incredibly romantic. You’ll see all the couples… [Read More]
It’s been almost a year now and time has given me the gift of perspective as I reflect back on my decision to not walk down the aisle. Like the calm after a storm, the dust has settled and today this 27 year old runaway bride has chased her dreams of travel writing from Colombia to France.
In this make believe world of our own making, this love we share is warm and innocent, wide-eyed and whimsical, impervious to the trials and tribulations life can so often toss in the way of new love. My need to protect this love is how I imagine a parent must feel when holding their newborn in their arms for the very first time. That same awe-inspiring adoration, that same unwavering and unyielding love and that same inherent desire to keep something so pure and so beautiful safe and protected.
When I imagined myself getting married, ironically, I pictured that ending scene in “Runaway Bride” when Julia Roberts walks through the grassy field towards Richard Gere. With her hair blowing effortlessly in the wind; the fall foliage vibrant against her ivory gown and her off-the-shoulder dress trailing behind her she finally strides up to… [Read More]