Sooo we decided to carry on our tradition of fleeing the country in December to do side projects and are taking our milky white* asses back to Thailand until the new year (does this phrase make anyone else think of the scene in A League of Their Own when Madonna’s teaching the innocent girl how to read and she keeps stumbling on “milky white breasts”?) How does one “write an Instagram caption” exactly, are we on track here at all? Anyway, we’re shooting our last wedding of 2018 tomorrow and it’s gonna be a banger.
BIG MOOD: SHE WORE A PINK WEDDING DRESS EVERYONE 🤤
Listennnn. You’re probs already drinking whiskey while we all collectively hold our breath for election results. You might as well drink whiskey and gaze lovingly with me at this Irish lad who fell in love with a Chicago gal. Emily and Martin (but say it with an Irish accent like “Maiiiirtin”) are basically the royal family in my book and they’re on the blog, along with gifs of Emily being the cutest dancer in the world. Ok byyyye fellow citizens, hope you voted for the good guys!
My intrepid travel buddy. In the last three weeks Tim and I road tripped across Bosnia, threw stones into the Adriatic from Croatian shores, and hosted our third Moveable Feast Retreat in an ancient Sicilian abbey (our side gig that’s actually more work than our main gig but who’s counting 😂). And now we’re waking up at 3 am, jet lagged and so happy to be home for a minute, baking bread and mulling cider and cramming all the holiday stuff we can handle into our brief time back in the states. Traveling and working together has made our relationship stronger than I ever imagined my marriage could be. Sometimes on long trips we play games in the past and future: asking each other how we want to raise our future children, and how we imagined our marriage would look like long before we ever met. Despite somehow both having the great luck of still having married parents, we both say “WORK.” Of course, it is some work. Our communication is constantly being refined, our goals in life both sharpened and softened by sharing them with each other, the constant tweaks to existence that a relationship requires are all there. But I never thought it would be so easy to be in all the places together: whether careening through a rocky Bosnian landscape or waking up before the dawn in our own bed, my gratitude for sharing life with Tim only compounds year after year. He makes it easy to do the work. As we compile our holiday gifts for this year’s newlyweds, I’m doing one of my favorite things- mentally loving each couple (because dang ours are the best) and deeply wishing them the same ease of love and joy of work. because damnnnnn if having fun being married to your person isn’t the greatest thing going. (Second only to autumn in Seattle, did I mention i was homesick?)
Big Rome. Little me. We’ve been on the road for a little too long again. I always know it’s time to get home when Laura starts scrolling through pictures of the pets on her phone. When we have so many people so close to our hearts, homesickness can set in real hard. Why do this travel thing? We don’t need new streets to have new thoughts but so often for me, there’s a direct correlation between what’s in front of my eyes and what’s going on in my head. Large thoughts sometimes need large vistas and the mere act of constant motion seems to jostle whatever stagnant internal reflection I’ve been sitting on. Somehow, planes, trains, and automobiles, with their quickly passing landscapes, bring me right back into contact with a truer version myself. Chances are, the bed in our airbnb isn’t going to be as nice as our bed at home. The florescently lit street side cafe is no longer Hemingway’s “Clean Well-Lighted Place.” Modern travel, although infinitely easier than it ever has been, too often is an uncomfortable trek to some tourist trap ready to take too much of your money in exchange for a half-assed plate of pasta. Yet it is in these slight discomforts that I find an alternative to the almost selfish ease I live my normal habit-based life. On the road, so often there’s a spark — the waves crash on ancient stone walls, a field of fireflies lights up against the newly set sun, my wife takes the deepest breath I’ve seen her take in months, the smell of the lime tree wafts in through open windows, or the mist sets over the flooded rice field. These are the moments that, for me, punctuate a well-lived life. You don’t need stamps on your passport to find them but please, leave space in your days for some sort of wonder, even if it hurts a little bit to get there.
Lots to be inspired by in Rome... namely, Laura is plotting how we can up our pet game to be more Italian. It’s our last night here. Where are we going for a nightcap and a twilight stroll? — and can we bring our pet leopard?