The very least of what this pandemic has done is ruin the world’s summer travel plans. This year, like all the summers for the past eight years, I was supposed to be somewhere far from home with my best friend, exploring and chatting, getting into our annual on-the-road argument, buying postcards, and wearing new bikinis on previously “unknown to us” beaches.
This year, of course, we’re both home and watching Covid take over various parts of the world, including the places we live (Georgia and Spain). But instead of dwelling on the wretchedness we all know is out there right now, I’m instead going to reminisce about some of the trips the BFF and I have shared over the years together. Because why not?
June 2012 – Antiparos (?), Greece
This is me, floating in the Aegean Sea the summer after I learned how to swim. I don’t look it, but I was so proud of myself in this moment. After years of not knowing how to swim, wanting to, then always finding a reason not to take lessons, I finally did it. Look at this! Me, floating in an entire sea!
July 2015 – Aruba
Aruba was beautiful. Just small enough for us to drive around, sneak into various hotel pools, and sustain a few minor injuries. In this photo, I accidentally got an all-natural fish pedicure when I stuck my feet in a river near some bat caves. Do you see that big ass fish coming for me???
June 2016 – Berlin, Germany
Pride parade where they marched in honor of the Orlando terrorist attack at the Pulse nightclub. It was an amazing experience, being surrounded by so many queers and feeling the echoes of solidarity and sadness in the crowd.
February 2017 – Cape Town, South Africa.
We were playing in these weird bird-nest type chairs in a park after we got tired of walking around in a city that felt oddly European in places for being on the African continent. Along the way, there were penguins, monkeys, a safari, and a beach.
June 2017 – Madrid, Spain
This floor looks clean from afar but let me tell you that it’s filthy close up. But I had fun rolling around on it anyway. Chueca Metro Station.
June 2018 – (near-ish) Yerevan, Armenia
Overall a terrible trip because people, but the landscape and hazelnuts were amazing. It was a “get back to her roots” trip for the BFF and she felt empowered learning so much about the history of Armenia (and the country’s prevailing opinions of itself and the rest of the world).
I don’t know when she and I will get to travel together again. The world as we knew it has changed so much. Plus there’s the fact that we live so far apart now. But I’m buying new bathing suits in preparation and hoping that day will come again soon.
Are there any trips you’re mourning the loss of this summer?