Love without Borders : 70,000 Miles in the Name of Love

We love to tell stories of couples who's relationships transcend geographical as well as cultural borders. We last chatted with Phoebe & Ronnie of Many Many Adventures and today we introduce a Dutch-Rican couple who is united by a mutual curiosity for the world. Our global neighbor Jessica, a Dining Traveler in D.C. recounts their journey... 

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Once upon a time, there was a Puerto Rican girl living in Brussels. The girl lived an amazing six years in Europe but melancholy crept in and wanted to go back to the United States, where her family lives. She quit her job as a civil servant for an international organization, found a job in a US government agency and was happily enjoying her last weeks in Europe with her friends. One warm Wednesday evening at Place du Chatelain in Brussels, she stepped on the toes of a very tall and handsome Dutchman. Their eyes met and between banter fueled by rosé, they exchanged numbers. The Dutchman did not wait long to ask her on a date. Their first date ended up being twenty-six hours long. From there, they lived happily ever after.... 

Well, not quite happily ever after yet, but on our way! The intro of this story is about how I met my husband, Martin aka the Dutchman in Brussels five weeks shy of my permanent move to Washington, DC.

From the moment I embarked on the plane home to the moment we exchanged our vows over a bridge at Great Falls Park in Maryland, we traveled seventy thousand miles combined in the name of love.

In the beginning, neither of us imagined we will be at this moment today. We quickly agreed we wanted to maximize our time together without focusing too much about the future. I found time to visit him at Den Haag where he lived and he came to visit me in Brussels. During my first time in Den Haag to visit, we went to a seafood restaurant at Scheveningen beach called Simonis. We both love food so naturally we continued to bond over travel and food stories. He also proved to be a great cook! He made a seafood risotto from scratch and seared scallops for dinner. They say a way to a man’s heart is the stomach, but I say for a woman as well! He also made time to spend a few days in Brussels during my last weeks in the city. There, where we explored restaurants, he got to know my friends, and even waited at the finish line as I finished the Brussels half marathon.

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As my departure date approached, he suggested we take a trip together to Paris. The trip made us face a fact that we were trying to take very nonchalantly: we were falling in love. Both of us have been to Paris often for work or friends but never on a romantic trip. There, we explored Versailles together, sipped on wine during a rainy afternoon at a café in Pompidou, and of course, kissed under the Eifel Tower. As we rushed to the train back to Brussels we were stressed that we would not make the train. When we arrived to Gare du Nord, we were pleasantly surprised that the train was late. We both looked at each other, hugged, and said “I love you”. Needless to say, now Gare du Nord is one of my favorite places.

We decided to try long distance to see where our relationship would go. Between his logistics background and my military expertise, we are pretty good at time management. Therefore, we did our best to keep in touch every day via phone, what’s app, or Facetime. After Martin’s first trip to Washington, DC he fell in love with the city and envisioned himself living here. During our visits, we discussed our future but it wasn’t until our trip to Australia that we both truly envisioned spending the rest of our lives together. He surprised me with a gondola ride on the Yarra River in Melbourne. It was a magical experience, something that I would never forget.

Applying for a fiancé visa can kill the romantic aspect of a proposal, but my Dutchman still found a way to surprise me with a proposal at the foot of the reflecting pool of the National Mall on a beautiful summer night. He is a fan of inspirational speeches and one of his favorites is “I have a dream” by Martin Luther King Jr. The 60th anniversary of the speech had taken place ten days before he proposed and he found it fitting to propose there since here we were: two people of two different races and background in love.

We are both well-traveled and independent individuals. Naturally there was a nervousness of starting a life together, especially with Martin having to leave his country and job to start a new life in the US. In a way, I felt responsible for the success of his move due to the fact that he was giving up so much to start a new life with me. Thankfully, the stars aligned and he was able to find a job with a Dutch company which made the transition even smoother for us. We were both surprised how well the move went and how easy it was for him to adapt to his new routine.

Although we legally married in Maryland in a small ceremony officiated by one of my Marine friends, his wife, and a friend of mine, we had two big parties to celebrate. One was in Western NY with my family. It was a Puerto Rican wedding in the wooden lodge in the middle of a forrest on a winter day. The snow made the landscape that much more beautiful. For our European celebration, we chose Barcelona as the food is incredible and it was a central location for our friends from Europe to meet us at. Every ceremony had its special moment. One thing was constant: we recited the same vows during all three of the ceremonies.

I also believe it helps that as a repatriate and Martin as an expat, we have a curiosity to discover DC and to travel across the United States. Thankfully, I get invites to a diverse set of events for the blog which gives us a wide spectrum of things to keep us busy.

Most recently, he accompanied me to the TBEX Travel Blogger conference in Cancun Mexico. He chose to attend the event as well and talked to brands and fellow bloggers about Dining Traveler. Needless to say, there is not a moment of boredom in our DutchRican home! Given that we both are so globally minded, this pairing is perfect. We enjoy learning about each other's cultures and we both are curious to continue to explore the world --- If you're a Global Neighbor who has traversed geographic challenges in the name of love and would like to share your Love without Borders Story – Send us a message!
 

• • •    LESSONS LEARNED    • • •

A small stumble may actually be the first step
in the next chapter of your life. 

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Love Without Borders : Courting in Chiapas, Mexico

Here at LLYT, we love a good love story, especially one that brings people together... beyond borders. We last visited (Wild Sicily) through global neighbor Jillian, of A Feathery Nest and today we bring you a taste of rural Mexico through Courtney, of Chiapas Bazaar. (Photos via Courtney)

Sure you can fall in love with a person or with a place, but to fall in love with someone who also lives in a faraway place? Sounds like something out of a fairy tale, right? But in today's world of high speed trains, planes, wifi and pretty much high speed everything, why should borders cultural or geographical still deter us from following our dreams? So starts a new series "Love Without Borders" in which we will take a peek at the lives of our Global Neighbors to see what happens when we transcend these barriers. Thank you Courtney for sharing your story!   

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Chiapas and I have a curiously long history together. While I’ve only lived here full-time for a year and a half, Chiapas and I first heard of each other back in the year 2000. Chiapas was here, where it always is, and I was studying Spanish in a city called Cuernavaca, a beautiful town about an hour outside of Mexico City.  At that point, I hadn't yet visited Chiapas - that happened for the first time in 2004.  But sight unseen, it had always intrigued me - jungles, Zapatistas, Mayan ruins...

After finishing university, I moved to New York City and scrambled up the corporate ladder at LVMH, finally ending up at Marc Jacobs International. Life was cozy and delicious, but something was missing. I also had this dream of joining the Peace Corps, of serving a greater good - paying it forward. So I undertook the laborious process of applying to go volunteer in the developing world. I was finally assigned my country - with all my Spanish lessons and my extensive Latin America travels - and I went to Moldova (itty bitty country in Eastern Europe, in case you haven´t heard of it…).  

I had about three months to tie up loose ends with my US life, friends, and family. I decided to take one month and spend it in Chiapas, Mexico where I could eat tacos and mole to my heart’s content.  It was a solo trip - almost like a NYC decompression chamber. But I was also fortunate because I had some friends in Chiapas that I knew from my study abroad days.

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During this time in Chiapas, it was through a friend of mine that I had met during my time in Cuernavaca that introduced me and my future husband. The following events are important because they just affirm how the universe had been conspiring to get us (me, M. and Chiapas) together. While living in Moldova with M. still in Mexico, I fell and broke my ankle and was eventually discharged from the Peace Corps. Once I healed, I moved here to Chiapas to be with M. and I haven’t looked back. I had always wanted to live in Mexico, so there wasn't much of a discussion between M and I about where we would start our new life together.

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So now you see - I have a background in world of fashion and I have a passion for service.  How did these two interests manifest themselves in my adopted home of Chiapas?  In this { www.chiapasbazaar.com }  

We started Chiapas Bazaar in early 2013 with the goal to provide a steady income to rural artisans in the state of Chiapas by exposing their products to international markets where there is a great demand for beautiful, handmade treasures. We are also keenly aware of the demand for factory-free pieces and are extremely proud to say that artisans work from home where they can still do their daily duties and create their pieces in their downtime.  It’s a “win-win” for everyone. The artisans can continue their trade but reach new markets and have steady work; customers around the world can own a piece handmade by a Chiapas artisan; and we create the connection between these two that wouldn’t otherwise exist.  

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Our job takes us to many beautiful rural places in Chiapas - the greenest place you might imagine, full of lush tropical vegetation or pine forests where the vast majority of the population works in agriculture in the countryside. We travel and visit the off-the-beaten path villages where Spanish is often the second language of the residents. It´s almost like the backdrop is the same, just the traditional dress of the people changes. In these villages with semi-paved roads, you’ll find the most beautiful colors and color combinations, traditions passed down generations, and true artists.  

We feel extremely honored to work with the artisans and we feel that we have a huge responsibility to educate customers and anyone who visits our site about the work the artisans dedicate themselves to and the time, effort and skill it requires to produce such beautiful things.

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Muchos saludos from Chiapas and we had so much fun "meeting" you both!  
- Courtney of Chiapas Bazaar

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Head on over to ChiapasBazaar.com for Mexican handmade global finds! 
Here are some of our favorites:

Alla's Picks

Mu-Hsien's Picks

So wait... if you bravely defy any obstacles and just 'go for it' the universe actually HELPS you along? I guess we suspected that, it's just the universe wants us to be the ones to take that first scary step. --- If you're a Global Neighbor who has transcended cultural or geographical borders for love and would like to share your Love without Borders story, (we'd love to hear from you!)  
 

• • •     LESSONS LEARNED    • • •

Sometimes you have to break an ankle 
to get on the right path. 

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Love Without Borders : Meet Me in Sicily... (Italian Agritourismo)

We are so excited to introduce you today to a true "Global Neighbor," J of (A Feathery Nest) Who are global neighbors really? They're people with whom you have many things in common and despite not living near each other, they're always there for you with advice and inspiration! J will be taking us along on a trip to Sicily along with her Sicilian husband R. If you were as curious, as we were, about Italian agriturismo travel from the (Nudo-Italia post), this is a perfect opportunity to preview it before booking your own trip! 

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Sicilia Selvaggia, Wild Sicily 

 In the spring of my final year of college I decided to create one of those new'ish blog thingies that everybody seemed to have. I had "discovered" them the previous summer when I Googled other people's experiences living in New York, before heading up there myself for an internship.

After getting my first blog started, I eventually gathered a circle of people who checked in on me and who I checked in on, too. One of them was a hotsy-totsy, feisty Ukrainian gal that lived in Staten Island and worked in Manhattan. We learned a lot about each other by commenting on each other's blogs and now three blogs later for me (and I believe the same number later for her!), we're still "in" each other's lives, despite trans-Atlantic moves, marriages, babies and 8 years passing. The crazy thing is, we've only ever met once!

When Alla and Mu-Hsien created On the Same Page, I got it. Immediately. After all, what better way to define the relationship between Alla and myself than "global neighbors"—friends that support each other from far away? So of course when Alla sent me a note asking if I'd like to share a story about one of my favorite topics on OTSP, I immediately agreed!

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Eight years ago I decided the perfect way to bridge my college chapter and the rest of my life would be to travel around Europe by myself for a month. Specifically, Italy. I crafted a plan to do a giant figure-eight of the country, spending the last few days with a friend who would fly over to meet me for the final leg in Sicily. That's how it came to be that I had a witness to the first time my eyes locked with R, the man who would become my husband.

R and I have been married now for almost 4 years, so if you're following the math here, that means that for 4 years I lived on the East coast of the U.S. while he lived on the East coast of Sicily. While trans-Atlantic dating is not exactly what I would call easy (especially given the limited amount of vacation time we get in NYC!), it does make for wonderful reunions.

One year I planned to meet R in Stockholm for Christmas, and then to fly down to Sicily for his birthday before I had to return home. As Christmas was spent with family in Sweden, and his birthday would be with friends in Sicily, we decided to fly to the west coast of the island for New Year's alone before renting a car and driving across the whole of Sicily to Taormina, his hometown, for his birthday.

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Neither of us are big New Year's Eve revelers, so we looked for tranquil seaside towns to ring in the new year together. We found a lovingly restored agriturismo (a farm-turned-B&B) outside Marsala—which would be a quick drive from the Trapani airport, where we landed from Stockholm, and a good starting point for the two day's drive back to Taormina on the first of the year. After we landed in Trapani, picked up a car, and drove to the Agriturismo Masseria Baglio Tenute Montalto (yes, a mouthful!) on the 31st, we quickly got settled and then back to the car we went. 

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We were on a mission to find the nearest little town to stock up on the fixings for an in-room picnic: salami, prosciutto, formaggio al pepe nero (Sicilian cheese with black peppercorns), wine, sparkling water, dark chocolate, figs, grapes, mandarines, sundried tomatoes, marinated eggplant, a loaf of bread, and some olives. We found everything we wanted and then some, so by the the time the sun was lowering in the sky, we were camped out at the farmhouse on our bed with a feast before us. 

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I fully intended to stay awake until midnight, but with a full tummy, and all the sea air I had breathed in while tooling around the coast that day, I fell asleep by 9. R gently awoke me for a midnight kiss and then we both slept deeply until morning. 

The sky was still somewhere between night and dawn when we padded out of our room and took a walk along the water to greet the new year. We weren't the only ones out—a fisherman had been hard at work before the sun rose and was already coming in with his haul when we emerged from our cocoon. With our boots in the sand and a few stones in our hands, we broke the surface of the water with a wish for each ripple we made as we launched pebbles into the Mediterranean Sea—our own morning's work.

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When we returned to the farmhouse, the Signora welcomed us to breakfast in the cantina. We sat a midst the barrels and iron tools and broke bread as the sun that streamed through the windows went from weak, hazy light, to full on Sicilian rays.

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After checking out, and receiving a few bottles of wine as a gift from the proprietors (made from their own grapes!), I lugged the massive wooden doors open, and we wended our way back up the coast along the wine road (Strada del Vino), past Trapani, through Erice (which looks like Rio de Janeiro!) where we stopped for lunch, and on to Palermo for the night. The next day we continued on through the heart of Sicily, with a pause to stretch our legs in Enna before arriving home.

I'm so glad that I fell in love with a Sicilian. There's something about the uninhibited, but many-times-over-inhabited land that makes sense to me. The fiery spirits and fiery food, the wildness of the plains, the roughness of the rocky crags, the introvertedness of people living in small, remote hilltop towns where they only speak Ancient Greek, the hooded glances and double-voweled and -consonant'ed dialects that echo Arabic origins, the fierceness and protectiveness of a much-conquered people. I don't think I'd ever set foot in a place that I recognized as much as I did as when I first rode the night train from Reggio Calabria on the mainland to Messina, the port of entry into Sicily.

Of course I could always return by myself if I hadn't met R, but experiencing the whole of the island from left to right, reading it my way, instead of the Arabic way, alongside someone who could guide me, and more importantly, translate, helped me see what I would never have been able to see on my own. There's no passport or visa that will open the doors and hearts of the Sicilians—the only way to gain entry, especially for someone that's passing through, is by the hand of one of the island's own.

Or by a glance from one of her sons.

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When we reached the summit of Erice and took a walk after lunch near the city walls, we leaned against the stones that have supported many who stopped to inhale the same magnificent views and saw an elderly shepherd herding his flock through the pasture below. He looked up and caught R's eye—perhaps recognizing the soul of his Sicilian brother. Then he directed his glance my way and tipped his head ever so slightly, acknowledging my presence. 

We paused to watch him walk slowly, purposefully, stopping every few paces to check that he was being followed by all of his sheep, and maybe to see if we were still observing him. He finally chose a boulder—his boulder, I'm sure—to sit upon while he took his canteen and wrapped lunch from his satchel, carefully unfolding the waxy paper and linen wrappings. His flock took note and found their own patches of meadow to chew contentedly on. The leader and his followers, all pausing for their midday meal.

R tightened his arm, which was draped across my shoulders and said to me, "Who do you think is the richer man, him? Or, Donald Trump?"

The answer was so clear, I didn't even need to say it aloud.

Goethe was right when he said, "To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is not to have seen Italy at all, for Sicily is the clue to everything."

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Thanks for inviting me over, Alla!

XOXO,

J. of *sparklingly

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