My husband and I met each other when working for the same company in the U.S. It was an instant attraction. It wasn’t long before I officially moved in with him. After about two years together, our love grew very strong. The day then arrived when we decided to get married, which was soon followed by a request for my hand in marriage from my parents. What a sweet old-fashioned gentleman! The whole period was quite romantic. I’d share more details of that romance, but hubby told me that some details he’d like to keep just between the two of us. I must respect that. Instead, in this post I will concentrate on just the preparations and events surrounding a marriage abroad. From this point until after the wedding, hubby will be referred to as “fiancé”. Continue reading →
We walked up stairs and stairs along the many waterfalls at Ricketts Glen in Pennsylvania. My husband (then boyfriend) took photographs all along the way. He got a little too adventurous, though, at one spot, and down he fell. His body started sliding down the slimy rocks along the edge of one, but it only took me a millisecond to react. I grabbed his arm with all my might, and hoisted him back to safety. The only injury that he experienced was a dent on the hood of his camera lens.
A view during a hike in the Cayambe Coca Ecological Reserve in Ecuador.
My husband, our guide Patricio, and I walked through the brush in the drizzle to reach this spot where the sky became blue, and the sun shined. Right here we stood near the equator, between two hemispheres. Dark hills were in the foreground, with a snow capped mountain far behind. The earth that we stood on was full of grasses and green bushes. The air that we breathed was completely clean and fresh.
How I find joy in the occasional foggy day, when my senses become extra keen and mind is soothed. Let me take a walk outside right now, and then a drive to my favorite nearby spots. I won’t venture far. I have no need to. Continue reading →
The first time I embarked on a long trip was between my junior and senior years at college, when I spent a summer in Poland teaching English conversation to adults. I wasn’t sure how to pack then, but being a frugal and bare bones kind of gal I decided to only bring what could fit into a forest green soft back pack and a book bag. Continue reading →
In my husband’s home country of Czech Republic, if you are a bit under the weather or recuperating from a major illness, your doctor may prescribe a two to three week in-patient treatment at a spa (or lázně in Czech), which is covered by health insurance. There, patients are evaluated by a doctor specializing in balneotherapy (treating disease by baths) or physical therapy, who assembles an individual plan of procedures and treatments. Those range from drinking (the mineral waters!), bathing (not only in the mineral waters, but also in waters infused with herbs, fruit, salts, hops, malt extract, and others), wraps, massages, exercise, special diet, etc. Continue reading →
Sometimes I just have to do it! Actively seek out pleasure and different experiences from time to time. It doesn’t always have to be a vacation, but of course it has at times. The point is that I have to break away from my figurative jail or the hum drum “day in day out” life, and open my eyes to things normally not in my radar. I guess this type of pursuit of pleasure could also be called a sort of deliberate caper. The best are when I meet up with new people or find an environment that seems almost foreign to me, and then become part of it, in a way. Continue reading →
I remember that this photo was taken in late May 1998, just days after my husband and I got married. We had been weaving through the beautiful narrow streets of Rome, Italy, where we spent our honeymoon. With no particular destination in mind, exploring hand in hand, I recall almost no people in the area, except a superfluity of nuns whom we passed on the street right before. Suddenly we stumbled upon this bridge, Ponte Fabricio, which we later learned is the oldest original bridge (62 BC) in Rome. This pedestrian bridge crosses the Tiber River to Isola Tiburtin, the only island in the part of the Tiber River which runs through Rome, and the smallest densely inhabited island in the world. Again, there was no one around in the vicinity except for us. Continue reading →