I have been fortunate to spend most of my travels with my boyfriend, my sister and her boyfriend (now husband). I am happy to report that we have survived all these travels, not because they were overly adventurous, but because we haven't killed each other yet on any of these trips! In all seriousness, while we have had our moments, the four of us travel well together. When I think about some of the best memories I have, most of them have taken place together with them, some place far from home.
When possible, like when we travel close to home, we like to bring our four-legged children with us too. While you may think I am anthropomorphizing him, I like to think my dog loves our trips, and enjoys exploring a new place as much as I do. As much as I would love to bring my dog everywhere with me, so he could run wild in the Costa Rican jungle, and play in the Patagonian snow, it is just not possible. That whole quarantine thing. It's crappy.
But what I have found is everywhere we go...dogs just find us (okay-sometimes we find them too). And, so begins many stories, of our travels, with dogs-just not always ours. I picked the title of the blog based on our most recent trip to Capri. We were lost, there was a dog, and so we followed him (I'll tell the whole story later). It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, and as it turns out following the dog was a good move.
In loving memory of Buddy, you were a good boy, a loyal friend, and brought so much happiness to everyone who met you.
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