It's the end of the year, time to be reflective and think about improving oneself. Or not! I'm much more interested in only investing my time in good books next year, instead of "trying to give it a chance" for the first hundred pages and then trudging through it because I had invested the time.
Thankfully, this book wasn't the case at all. Wanderlust, by Elisabeth Eaves combines a travel memoir and romance into a wonderful chronicle on the adventure of ... well, travel and romance.
Eaves bravely lives abroad in the Middle East, Egypt and New Zealand, travels though Papua New Guinea and the Inca Trail, and sails the South Pacific. I want to go with her on her next voyage.
I have not had the luxury of romance abroad, but could identify with Eaves' addiction to freedom and spontaneity that traveling alone provides. I understand the need for independence, and the conflicts surrounding the complexities of the human heart. Navigating the globe is far easier for some than navigating one's own feelings and instincts.
I think it's time to start planning a trip.