posted Saturday, July 21, 2012 at 12:14pm
Earlier this month I was on a humanitarian trip, and I met the sweetest, most perfect guy. He held me on the plane home, and that topped my list of good nights. When we got back, the routine sucked everything back into the same old places, what we had started to seem as far away and unreachable as the Dominican Republic. Every day now, I wish we would let ourselves go back and have that something which would be as beautiful as the kids from the beach in Agua Negra.