I travelled with a colleague who is also a friend to the Mediterranean recently. It’s said that travelling with someone tests the strength of your relationship. You discover how compatible (or incompatible) you two are. We were together for ten days and we shared a room on a cruise ship. That’s one bathroom between two women… I still love her AND we discovered we travel very well together. (Sorry for making you suffer in Nice, gf)
I mentioned a while back that travelling did more for my relationship with my mom than 28 years of just going through the motions ever did. I experienced the exact same with my friend. You wouldn’t know we have so much in common by looking at us. We connect at work and we have gone for drinks over the last couple years, but travelling together, really travelling together where we shared moments and experiences brought our relationship to another level.
She knows my secrets. I know hers. And we giggle about our shenanigans together.
I don’t even know where I’m going with this. I feel like I’m writing a love letter. Albeit, I hope this comes across clearly: this isn’t just a post about a truly great friend I didn’t realize I had prior to travelling together. It’s about what travel does.
To all my girlfriends I’ve had the pleasure of sharing unforgettable experiences with, I love you.



1 Comment
Ayngelina on June 26, 2012 at 12:28 pm.
I completely agree with you, it’s really something special to travel well with someone. It doesn’t happen often but it can be a really great time.