Traveling with the same person for 6 weeks straight is difficult, and Paul and I are no exception to this.

We’ve had our ups and downs, our laughs & cries, but at the end of the day, he’s still the person kissing me goodnight and telling me he loves me. 

What I’ve learned about Paul on this trip:

1. He HATES bugs.

• This is both funny, and (at times) frustrating having to be the bug killer in the relationship. He has told me he’ll “grow up” by the time he’s 30, or has kids lol.

2. He showers anywhere from 2-8 times a day. 

• And don’t even get me started if it rains or is humid outside. He’s said this only happens when he’s traveling..I have yet to verify this theory lol.

3. He’s incredibly goofy.

• Now I knew he was goofy before, but I wasn’t aware he was this goofy.

4. He doesn’t have the best memory lol.

• Or maybe he just tunes me out sometimes…either way, I’ve found myself repeating the same thing more than once. 

5. 9 times out of 10 after we eat, he’ll say his stomach hurts and he ate too much.

• This makes me giggle every single time. 

6. He makes this silly face that I hate…

• But it makes me laugh every time.

7. He’ll say or do things, just to piss me off.

• And then has me laughing seconds later.

8. Don’t say the wrong thing to him if he hasn’t had his morning coffee…

• Grumpy cat alert…for reals.

10. He remains calm in situations that would probably make most travellers (including myself) freak out.

• There have been times on this trip that my anxiety levels have risen, and Paul has remained calm every single time. We’ve missed flights, stayed at a crappy AirBnB, left passports on an airport shuttle and he’s been there to keep me from losing it every single time. 

11. He’s the happiest, and most genuinely positive person I know.

12. He almost always has a smile on his face.

I can’t believe that it’s been 6 weeks already. It’s flown by, yet Italy feels like so long ago. 

Babe, thank you for the last 6 weeks. Thank you for the laughs and for putting up with me. Thank you for understanding what this trip means to me and not once making me feel guilty for doing it. Thank you for being my rock and keeping me calm and grounded. Thank you for teaching me to go with the flow and trust that it will all work out.

And most importantly, thank  you for waking up every morning with a smile that shows me exactly how much I mean to you.

I love you Babe, and I’ll be home before you know it. 

77 days and counting… 

‘Till later..

Ciao!

A<3