You have to sit awkwardly across a table from a lot of frogs before you can finally find your prince (or princess).
Letting go is never easy. But sometimes it has to be done.
There’s no denying that Fall — rife with cinnamon, cloves, and campfires — is the most romantic of the seasons.
Because of that, I’ve been thinking often about love. Clarity and love.
The promise of adventure hung in the crisp summer air as I got into the back of a cab at Barcelona-El Prat Airport.