Fifty-four days from now (Feb 27), my husband and I will board a ginormous 747 jet non-stop from Chicago to Seoul, where we’ll spend a week with my brother in his temporarily-adopted city of Gunsan.
Though we’ve both traveled extensively in Europe and Latin America, neither of us have ever been to Asia — so we’re in for some culture shock, I’m sure!
That said, I couldn’t be more excited to see where my brother is living, teaching English, hanging out. It’ll be the trip of a lifetime and I feel fortunate to be able to do this now, while we’re still (relatively) young and don’t have children yet. Continue reading “Korea in 54 Days!” →
Pretty much the only thing that kept me going during my husband’s deployment in 2005 to Iraq was the trip to Italy we were planning to take when he got back that fall.
During many moments of heart-ache, longing, fear, uncertainty, great anxiety… that trip was the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel for us.
And, as it turned out, the trip symbolized the (almost) end of our long-distance romance and the (almost) official beginning of our life together!
Buzzing with excitement, though separated by great distance (Washington, D.C. and Al Hilla, Iraq), we plotted out all the details our trip according to the cities we’d visit: Rome, Florence, Venice. Continue reading “Rainbow Bright” →