wanderlust: [wan·der·lust] noun | a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.
Each time we go on a trip, Gerry always says, “we travel well together, don’t we?” He asks this aloud as if it is a realization- every. single. trip.
When we met, we traveled to various places in North Carolina: beaches and mountains, and discovered new places through each other, as we would take each other to places we had been, but the other had not- sort of exposing our lives for each other but making new memories.
Early in our relationship, a friend of ours moved to San Francisco, so we went to California, which was probably the first trip we flew together on. It seemed like after that, we had the taste and kept doing it. We flew to Boston and took a road trip to Kennebunkport, Maine.
If you want a true test of your relationship, go on a long road trip together!
We began visiting New Orleans about once a year, making sure to get our fill of the French Quarter. Since our honeymoon, we venture back to the Caribbean each year: Cozumel, Mexico; San Juan, Puerto Rico; St. Maarten, St. Thomas, The Bahamas, Turks and Caicos, and of course, the US version of the Caribbean, The Florida Keys!
We also love to camp (just ask us about a very primitive campground in a mountain town that we had never heard of, where we worried we, alongside the pups, would be eaten or killed during the night), or on a beach sand dune with sand ending up in every crevice… and I mean every single crevice.
We definitely have the craving to travel, to wander, to seek out adventures, whether it be stateside, or international. Our adventures don’t necessarily have to be extravagant, in a fancy 5-star hotel. But the hotels are not the experiences we reflect on. We usually talk about the times we get lost; the unplanned adventures become the most memorable… the Arner Adventures!
We travel well together. 🤎