It’s funny sharing a birthday with the global pandemic: while I celebrate yet another 365 days around the sun, I couldn’t help but hate that we had somehow made it through 365 days of social isolation and no travelling. Emphasis on that last point.
If your roommate ever asks if you want to get away for 7 days, answer yes: always yes. That’s exactly how I found myself on the gorgeous Dutch-owned island of Curaçao.
Like the hopeless romantic I am, I fell in love with Holly and Gerry’s love in P.S. I Love You. But watching them meet for the first time, standing on a dirt road, surrounded by green fields and hills, I fell in love with Ireland, too.
I’m a Pisces. This automatically explains my emotional personality and sensitivity to others’ feelings, but when your zodiac symbol is two fish and your element is water, it also explains why I love anything beach related. Like a lot.
“If you want to be a good writer, you have to know what the bottom looks like,” my godfather told me as he lifted his beer bottle to his lips. Rain was pounding down outside, the humidity disappearing with the strong blast of the A/C. I looked him in the eye and nodded, because after two weeks in the Philippines I knew exactly what he meant…
My paternal grandfather travelled to France once, and my paternal grandmother to Japan. My maternal grandmother saw Hong Kong and Singapore. And my mother has seen Japan and China and most of the USA.
It’s one reason I’m not surprised that this wanderlusting has been etched into my skin and blood…
