A Letter To My Future Husband

Dear Future Husband, We haven’t even met yet and I’m mad at you. Impressive. But when you do finally read this, you’ll already know I’m an open book. So let’s dive right in. We’ve wasted enough time. I’m mad that… I’m writing this letter on a plane to Paris without you. I’m mad that… You […]

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The Confession

When I first began this journey around the world, I was praised for sharing every thought and feeling on my blog…well, praised by most. Frankly, my mother was mortified. Then I went radio silent. As most of you guessed, I fell off the no booze and boys wagon after a bumpy twenty-seven days; but that […]

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I’ll Meet You In Switzerland

My favorite story about my father is something you only find in fairy tales. Because truth be told, he really was my mom’s prince. At 24, my mom thought my 30 year-old dad was too old to date her; but nevertheless, he persistently asked her out. She eventually relented, but he could never quite convince her that […]

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Day 12: The Spaniard

Of course I met a Spaniard. At a train station. On the way to Madrid. Because this is my life. And my life likes to mock me. How did we meet, you ask? Well, as mentioned in previous posts, I overpacked. And while I did consolidate, I can’t pick up the heavy rolling bag…so he […]

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Day 6: Facebook Stalking My Crush

Urban art in Valencia, Spain © Joelle Pittman

I relapsed a little. I spent Friday night Facebook stalking my crush. Before you judge me, what else is a sober, celibate person supposed to do? Go to a paella making class or watch flamenco? Where am I? Spain? …Oh… But in my defense, he started it! He liked four of my photos in a […]

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Day 4: I Survived

That is all. Nothing more. Nothing less. …Glared at the people drinking sangria with dinner…it looked so refreshing… *sigh* Photograph: Street in the El Carmen neighborhood of Valencia, Spain © Joelle Pittman

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Day 3: The First Temptation

I woke up to an email from a man back in Memphis so amorous and eloquent that it would have the “old me” packing my suitcase and running home. Instead, I dropped the phone by my bed, pulled the covers over my head, and slept for another hour. “Timing is everything,” they say. “Bullshit,” has been […]

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