I’m writing some blog posts in advance, to make it easier to post every day (it obviously hasn’t totally worked) but as I’m thinking about things, ideas are popping up like popcorn and bouncing up out of nowhere. It reminds me of something I did for Cohiba.
In 2009, I took a class in two-week class in Mexico. That May, when out relationship was still so very new, I had spent almost two weeks in Krakow and had an awesome time (read about it here), but I realized how hard it was to travel without him, how much I missed him. (This reinforced it for me: Cohiba was the man I wanted to marry.)
But I had already signed up for and was excited about this August class in Cuernavaca, even though I knew it was going to be hard for both of us.
I bought special little paper and wrote him a letter for every day I was gone, and I gave them to him before I left. Of course, it was up to him to really only read one every day and not read ahead, but I believe him when he says he did. The fun part was, in writing the letters, I tried to put myself in my future shoes – imagining how I would feel or be in the middle of doing, so it was like I got to take the trip before I took it.
As I’m writing these blog posts early, I remember writing those letters to him, sort of love letters. So these are sort of love letters to you, my readers.