Every time we go on a trip, Gerry always says, “we travel well together, don’t we?” He asks this aloud it as if it is a realization- every. single. trip. When we met, we traveled to various places in North Carolina: beach and mountains, and discovered new places through the 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. We went to New Orleans and Ger had his first taste of the French Quarter. It was nice for me to go as a grown-up, shirt staying down and in tact. hee-hee! 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, our favorite, The Florida Keys! We also love to camp in the mountains (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-freaking-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. We’ve done that, but the hotels are not the experiences we reflect on. We usually talk about the times we get lost and the unplanned becomes to most memorable.
We travel well together. ❤