“Do what you love and love will follow,” my mother told me.
So I took off alone around the world to walk, hike, climb, cycle and kayak my way through six continents and more than 70 countries around the world. Along the way I never celebrated Valentine’s Day.
I was sitting on a low sofa in the lobby of the Kathmandu Guesthouse having just returned from the trails of Annapurna. I hadn’t washed my hair in ten days; the last thing on my mind was romance.
Then, I saw his legs: long, lean and muscular. I heard he was leaving the next morning for a month’s trek to Mt. Everest. Our paths crossed for one moment. Long enough to light a spark.
I continued my travels for another year (alone). And, within days of my return to San Francisco, we met again at a mutual friend’s party. Romance, then marriage.
It was meant to be. 