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On Love and Travel: A Memoir On Love and Travel: A Memoir by Erin Zelinka
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“Everyone from our group sifted off like puffs of flour getting kneaded into the sticky dough of Colombian Carnaval.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“Maybe, I thought, independence is not so much about what you do, but what you feel.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“I imagined an Instagram filter of Cartagena, a 140-character version, a status update, a quip, a bite, a piece, all of which I would learn were too small to capture the reality I was about to encounter.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“They say that if you really love, you never want any harm to befall your beloved. While this may be true of “normal” love, I here attest that, in unrequited love, the case is quite the opposite. One begins to associate suffering with loving and, therefore, you begin to believe that the former begets the latter. If I can make him suffer, I can make him understand that he loves me.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“I watched the little ellipsis dance. Three gray dots, doing the worm at the bottom of my iPhone screen, carrying on their round backs an entire world of either happiness or despair.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“Those words created in my heart and stomach a physical effect so sickening, so painful, that I have never since doubted that these vibrational frequencies traveling upon air can land a knock-out punch more excruciating than any fist or weapon.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“Together we were like two oxen yoked with the burden of expectation, and there was no room for me to veer left toward self-discovery or for him to veer right toward whatever it was he needed.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir
“I felt heavy, guilty, as though I’d had an affair with Freedom and surely he’d note the scent of it on my skin, the lust for it in my eyes.”
Erin Zelinka, On Love and Travel: A Memoir