a bad ending for someone else

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Michal and I have been reading a book called Down The Road in South America which is a very inspiring account of one married couple's journey on bikes through Latin America. Tim and Cindie Travis started their bike tour in 2002, and according to their website, they haven't stopped yet. They plan to go around the world and visit every country from the vantage point of their bikes.

We have been taking turns reading the chapters; Michal is a slower reader than I, when it comes to English text. Some of the Travis' decisions we question; especially the amount of gear they carried. Oh my gosh a laptop?

Today I was following the links to their blog, hoping to learn some current information about their travels. What I found was disturbing: Cindie left Tim in Asia. She wanted to spend more time at a Buddhist monastery, and she didn't invite Tim to stay with her. Tim has continued to write the travel blog as a single guy for over a year now. There is even an entry about signing the divorce papers so that he can get on with his tour through Nepal.

I am sad for Tim and Cindie; although their decision to go separate ways may have been for the best. I just hope that doesn't happen to me and Michal. I have shared with Michal my doubts and fears about this journey. We know that we are different people, we are going for different reasons. He knows that I want to settle in a cozy house and raise children. I know that he wants to travel and see the world. We both want to love and learn from each other every day of our life.

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