Travel

Hello? It’s Me, Your American Soul Mate

Elizabeth Graeber

For the next few weeks we’ll be celebrating the arrival of peak travel season with a series of personal essays from contributing writers. Each post will tell the tale of its writer’s most unforgettable trip. Kicking off this theme is Lisa Rubisch, who followed her 25-year-old heart to England (spoiler: it did not work out as planned)…


I thought I was in love.

A guy I had dated very casually told me he was in love with me at his going away party. He was moving home to Manchester, England, after a stint in New York. He kissed me on a rooftop in June: moonlight, Manhattan skyline, my black dress billowing around my legs. He said if I felt the same, he would stay.

With a thudding heart, I called him the next day and said I did.

Except, he moved anyway and kind of disappeared.

But then he would occasionally reappear, say all these witty, magical, romantic things in that accent, then go away again.

It was enough to spark and feed a foolish obsession, that, at 25 years old, felt like love. Admittedly, I was a hardcore Anglophile in that moment’s zeitgeist of Oasis, Trainspotting and the movie incarnation of Mr. Darcy.

So, when I overheard two people from work lamenting how they wanted to take a vacation but had no one to go with (their friends were either broke or unable to get the same window of time off work), I suggested we go together. One was a lanky, seven-foot-tall dude named Ed. The other was Barbara, a droll woman from another department I had maybe had lunch with once or twice.

We decided to go for it. None of us had much money at the time so we chose a destination with the most couch-surfing potential. We had dubious acquaintances in London, Wales, Dublin and Galway. I slyly asked if they minded making a pit-stop in Manchester, a place that spawned my favorite bands.

I didn’t let him know I was coming.

I called from a pay phone and said I happened to be passing through Manchester with some friends. Did he happen to be around that weekend?

He was.

My butterflies had butterflies.

Unfortunately, the friend of Barbara’s sister whose apartment we were crashing in had no shower, but instead a tub that looked as though it had been a prop in the aforementioned film Trainspotting, after having first been dipped in the diseased bowels of hell.

I remember crouching in it and pouring cold water over my head from an empty wine bottle, half laughing-half crying. Barbara and I had been sharing a single, deflated air mattress throughout the trip. Not only did I have bad hair but also circles under my eyes from lack of sleep.

I told Barbara and Ed that they were not to let me make out with him, under any circumstances. Then, when I did make out with him, they were not to let me go home with him no matter what I said. Three sips into my pint, I was giddily waving my goodbyes.

On the 45-minute cab ride to his apartment, he told me I was the last thing he thought of before he went to sleep and the first thing he thought of when he woke up. He said it was the maddest night of his life. I imagined telling my friends and family of my impending relocation and fantasized about the children I’d have with accents and rosy cheeks. The chorus of Pulp’s Common People swelled in my head.

The next morning, he told me he had a girlfriend. He offered me cheesy toast and a cup of tea as a condolence.

I sobbed the entire ferry ride to Ireland. Ed and Barbara awkwardly tried to cheer me up. We reached Galway by night.

We were staying at someone’s elderly mother’s house on the cliffs of Burren, which miraculously turned out to be the stunning mansion Lady Gregory had given her son, Robert, for a wedding present. Since it was late, our host lit some candles and kindly put out what she had in her fridge. We sat and ate a feast of cold roast chicken and delicious Irish bread, butter and cheese. There was cold white wine. After crying myself to depletion, eating this food in this place made me feel like I was going to be okay.

The next morning, we woke up to vivid green fields, fragrant rose gardens, and — I swear I’m not making this up — dolphins somersaulting in the sea below. Barbara snapped incriminating photos of me doing ballet leaps with a goofy grin on my face. I was brokenhearted but still, mostly, joyful.

It took me an embarrassingly long time to get over him. More than I will admit. Over time, I realized that I had fallen more in love with a time and a place than a person. He was about as much my boyfriend as Mr. Darcy was.

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Ed documenting my running leap on the grounds of Lady Gregory’s house.

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Barbara and Ed on the train to the ferry. I’m pretty sure I was crying when I took the picture.

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Lady Gregory’s house.

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Three amigos: Ed, me in middle and Barbara.


Lisa Rubisch started her career at MTV and now directs commercials and music videos for major brands at Park Pictures in New York. She also contributes writing to websites, anthologies and books.

Thank you, Lisa. More travel essays to come!

P.S. Taking a vacation alone, and what to read on a trip.

(Illustration by Elizabeth Graeber for Cup of Jo.)

  1. Lauren says...

    Let me try this one more time…he WAS from Galway.

  2. Lauren says...

    Those darn, sexy accents will get you every time!

    My grandfather is from County Galway, and because his family was so poor, he was sent to work on Lady Gregory’s property as a gardener as a very young boy (supposedly left home at age 9). And, apparently it was Lady Gregory and William Butler Yeats who convinced him he would have a better life in the US, and 100 years or so later, here I am as a second-generation American.

    Love everything about Cup of Jo including this lovely story! xo, Lauren

    • Lauren says...

      from Galway.

  3. Sara says...

    I love this blog for the AMAZING commenting community and wish I could give it an internet hug! I’m over here giggling because I already knew what the topic of conversation would be before I even scrolled down…

    and duh, team Ed!

  4. Miranda says...

    Team Ed!!!!!!!!!

  5. Summer says...

    Ah, I love this! (Also, Oasis 4->!) So glad it worked out for the best. Also, Ed has a total Heath Ledger in “10 Things I Hate About You” look. :P

    Totally missing the ’90’s now.

  6. Sef says...

    Perfect timing. I am in Rome right now, recovering from an unspeakably disastrous love tumble with a black eyed Sicilian. I had to flee Palermo early after a drunken misunderstanding. I have been feeling like a fool at 36 years old, still falling for these illusions. I was totally in love with a place and an accent! I’m glad I’m not the only one!!!

  7. This is hilarious and lovely.

  8. Geraldine says...

    This is wonderful, it’s always funny to find your boring home as destinations for others. This is especially true when I was in the early 90’s, I remember I couldn’t wait to get away from the west of Ireland and now I can’t wait to go as often as possible.

  9. Chadd says...

    Does Lisa still keep in touch with Ed and Barbara?

  10. megan says...

    Ed is all my 90s babe dreams.

  11. Anna says...

    Are you kidding me? All of this (story, photos, mood) reminds me of a movie. And you all three definitely look like it. All the heart eyes.

  12. Talia says...

    Wonderful! Love this new series!

  13. Ashley says...

    I’m so looking forward to this series. What a wonderful essay!

  14. Gwen says...

    Did this crap happen to every magical + amazing girl of the 90’s??? Obviously I can relate (way too much) + also had a hard time getting over him. Cheers to you — I think we’d be great friends.
    xo Gwen

  15. Hannah says...

    I loved this so much – shared it with almost everyone I know, including my fiancé. Especially loved that my first thought after reading (What about Ed??) was echoed multiple times here in the comments. Too funny. Looking forward to the rest of the essays in this series!

  16. Stacey says...

    I love love love everything about this post. Thanks for sharing. Would be wonderful as a regular feature on Cup of Jo. Falling flat of falling in love <3

  17. Leni says...

    Awesome feature! This reminds me of Modern Love, but with pictures. Keep it up!

  18. Kimberly says...

    I just came here to write…I loved reading this. Ahhh, it makes me miss my youth. More, please!

  19. Kathy says...

    Beautiful read.

  20. French reader says...

    Absolutely love it! SO REFRESHING! It makes me want to go on a spontaneous trip ( minus the heartbreak, what a british a#?!!!)
    Thank you for sharing this

  21. Jess says...

    I LOVE love love short stories/essays like this. It reminds me of the NYT Modern Love column.

  22. Maggie says...

    This was one of my favorite posts on Cup of Jo, ever. It brought back my own memories of chasing a boy how told me everything I needed to hear, but meant none of it. Thank you for sharing this, Lisa!

  23. Great story. I wish I could hear more about the trip, and perhaps any further awkwardness with the travel companions.

  24. Traci says...

    Bravo Lisa…what a great read…smiles all around!

  25. Sophie says...

    So good! More, please.

  26. Julie says...

    I am in love with that last photo–it’s making my nostalgic for a time before smartphones or digital cameras, when we we couldn’t perfectly construct all of our memories. It just feels so much more honest.

    Lovely, evocative piece.

    notesfromthewondercity.wordpress.com

    • Katie says...

      Yes, this. Very well put.

    • Sara says...

      Agreed! I found a super old unused disposable camera in our apartment right before a recent vacation and decided to bring it along — it was so lovely to get the photos back a few months later (because it took awhile for me to remember to drop the film off…) and to have actual prints capturing those perfectly imperfect moments created because we didn’t know what the pictures looked like as they were taken so it was one and done for each shot. We still took a ton of photos with our phones at other times throughout the trip, but there’s a really magical quality from this set – I’m planning on picking up a bunch more disposable cameras to take on future vacations!

  27. Cat PB says...

    This was surprisingly lovely !*

  28. Maggie says...

    So I see I’m not the only one who got to the photos and thought, I really hope this ends with, “And it made me see what was right in front of me and Ed and I lived happily ever after.” (Or at least, “…and Ed nursed my broken heart with tequila shots and we had one glorious night of amazing sex and never spoke of it again.”) ;)

    All joking aside, though, this was lovely.

    • Ismelda says...

      I swear I was waiting for the same thing. hahah

  29. Karen says...

    A great essay,looking forward to more in this new series!

  30. Jen says...

    Love this! Can’t wait for the next one!

  31. Erin says...

    So well-written. What a great idea for a series! The young her reminded me of the young me, although my story has taken a different twist. I met my now-husband at a wedding of mutual friends in Tennessee. Totally random and unexpected way to meet ‘the one’. I was skeptical, especially because I was told his name was Frans. Cue complication. Frans was and is Dutch. It was his first time in the US ever. We dated long-distance, and we decided to do something pretty counter-cultural (after a decade of painful breakups, engagement near-misses, wondering if IT WOULD EVER HAPPEN, both of us in our thirties) which was commit before we slept together. It worked really well, and now we have a vibrant love life, despite a two-year-old and me being pregnant. I highly recommend saving the sex until after the commitment. Especially in a long-distance, easy-to-swoon, relationship.

  32. CathyS says...

    ❤️

  33. MW says...

    I’m bookmarking this essay as I would like to read it every June. Captures that awesome feeling of love and possibility that you get while traveling. It reminds me of my own travels to Australia where I fell “in love” with a singer in a band. In hindsight, he was pretty hairy, and a lot older than me, and his music was…terrible. But I was 20 and backpacking in Australia! I fell in love with so many people during that trip. :)

    • Anna says...

      I’m loving that last sentence ;)

  34. Lauren says...

    Loved this essay so much! I have had those relationships – and I hesitate to say the word relationship – the obsession with the feelings for someone and how that time in my life made me feel. I have been ashamed, too, at how long it has taken me to ‘get over’ someone (still haven’t seriously dated).

    I also love that you took this trip with work colleagues, not even knowing them very well. It looks like you all enjoyed each other’s company on an adventure. And in the end- it made for a lovely story :-)

  35. Liz says...

    I love this story! Thank you for sharing – I can hardly wait to read more!

  36. Goodness. This was me in my 20’s. What a time. Lovely piece.

  37. Cheryl says...

    Ed fan club member here! Haha
    Yes to a crush that lasted too long, attached to a time and place, and less a person! I’ve often thought of writing a novel surrounding the idea since it resonates so much for me and obviously others too based on these comments. Mine was a ship board romance under the disguise of friendship with enough chemistry to power an atomic bomb. True story.

  38. Lauren E. says...

    What a perfect and relatable story! I studied abroad in Dublin in college and fell “in love” with an Irish guy while I was there. I was sure he was the one. Turns out I was just totally in love with living in Ireland and ultimately the guy was a dope.

  39. I liked reading this story a lot! Will be looking forward to reading the rest throughout the series.

    x Tali
    chloe + isabel
    http://www.stylewithtali.com

  40. i loved this essay so much. there were parts where i didn’t breathe and unlike my usual snark and eye roll after such a tale, i imagined myself in her shoes — caught up in the moment and the ACCENT. plus, i can’t be the only one who was imagining PRIDE & PREJUDICE the entire time reading this. I love… I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

    oh swoon.

  41. Roxana says...

    Great story! Can totally relate. My dude was not English, he was “faux-Spanish” (it would take too much time to explain what I mean by that), but it took me FOREVER to get over him. The process included a trip to Eastern Europe, too.

    My now husband was right under my nose the entire time.

  42. Alice says...

    Fantastic! Love the new series idea!
    I had a wildly misguided love tumble when I was 19. I was left heartbroken and sorrowful for those imaginary rosy cheeked children. Fifteen years later, in a dive bar, in the Far East, I bumped into him. Illusion firmly shattered. He had entirely changed though, and seemed a bit embarrassed about his youhtful flippancy!
    Actual children with wonderful love of my life so much better than what I thought was perfect back then.

    • Clara says...

      ‘wildly misguided love tumble’ is the best line I’ve ever heard and could completely describe every romantic encounter from the ages of 15 to 34 for me. I turn 35 in the fall.

    • Lauren says...

      agreeing a lot with Clara, i’ve certainly had a few’ wildly misguided love tumbles’ myself!

    • Lauren says...

      * and i turned 33 in april :-) i still hope for the right relationship with the right person. mostly I’m OK on my own, but i do start to wonder if it will EVER happen.

    • Caroline says...

      You should write the next post on your Far East ‘wildly misguided love tumble’ epilogue!

  43. Andrea says...

    Great story, thanks for sharing!

  44. Porkchop says...

    Loved this! What a great tale. It took me back – I used to be totally into Britpop back then too, and had a big crush on Graham from Blur :) Barbara and Ed look like they would’ve been great fun to travel with!

  45. Ana says...

    I really enjoyed this story and can’t wait for the travel series!
    The story reminded me of “Leap Year”, that delightful awful movie with Amy Adams and the super cute British (Irish) guy.

  46. Haley says...

    This essay speaks to my soul. I met my boyfriend on the internet…I lived in Missouri, he lived in England. After skyping and emailing endlessly over a few months, I went to visit him for a week. I returned to the states and two weeks later went back to England again for another visit that I thought was going to be for a month…that was over two years ago and I’ve been here ever since (save for two months last summer when I was waiting for visa approval). I honestly didn’t believe in soul mates until I met him, then I understood what it was all about.

    We’re getting married in July :) xx

  47. Ella says...

    I have just read this, and I cannot believe what I have just read, I pretty much experienced the exact SAME story. I mean even the tune c’mon people by Pulp is a major part of my own story.
    Long story short, I also left home in Spain to move t Ireland for who I believe was the’ love of my life’, that I had only met casually during a J! summer in the states.
    I was way too young, it ended up in a disaster and this ”…It took me an embarrassingly long time to get over him. More than I will admit. Over time, I realized that I had fallen more in love with a time and a place than a person…” is exactly 100% what I experienced and felt. I applaud you for this description.

    Anyway, I stayed, I live in Dublin and I am married to my irish husband who’s family is from just a few miles up the road this beautiful lady Gregory’s house in the Burren. A truly magical place that I know very well and visit very often.

    Im sure my story will be very boring to everyone else, but really and truly this essay has resonated to me at a very personal level. thank you!

  48. joana says...

    Over time, I realized that I had fallen more in love with a time and a place than a person. He was about as much my boyfriend as Mr. Darcy was.

    THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. this is exactly what i needed to read today!

  49. Kristina says...

    Oh, I can so relate! I moved to New York from Europe for a guy (without him knowing it really…ugh!), needless to say, he and I didn’t work out but I had some of the best time of my life and don’t regret a thing! Absolutely fell in love with the place and the time rather than him. Love your story, Lisa, and this series already, Joanna! Thank you!

  50. The Manchester accent? Really? Just kidding haha. Really loved your story too!

  51. Isabelle DC says...

    Great story, beautifully written, but why did it end in the middle? I want to know so much more! :-)

    I also love the pictures. Very nineties. (Remember that time when we didn’t have mobile phones with cameras and internet? LOL)

  52. Jessica says...

    This is wonderful! What a great, whimsical addition to your blog. Keep the variety coming for your non-mom, twenty -something fans!

  53. Loved this story! I don’t comment much but I really resonated with the line (as I’m sure many others did as well) : “Over time, I realized that I had fallen more in love with a time and a place than a person. ” Excited for more guest writers and short stories in this new series!

    • ALSO! Loved the illustration!

  54. ne says...

    “He was as much my boy friend as Mr. Darcy was.” Seriously, that is another series we should all talk about – the guys and girls that we would date from books!
    Cup of Jo could go really diverse (and also French) this time by including books in other languages! The saddest part of not being able to speak many languages – I speak two – is not being able to read in them!

  55. Patricia says...

    Love the story! Who hasn’t had an awkward and ill fated young love? I can absolutely relate. And I adore the start to what will be a great series I’m sure. Can’t wait to read more!

  56. Heather says...

    What a great life lesson! I enjoyed your story so much…the details about showering with a wine bottle and your butterflies having butterflies! We all have a similar experience, I think, but maybe not so many are brave enough to go to another country. You were actually “lucky” to have your heartbroken among 2 “strangers” (now friends! Love that!) in such a beautiful setting. Many of us are heartbroken and have to still make the maddening, long commute into an office! ;) thank you…I enjoyed this story!

  57. Oh, what a lovely tale. It takes me back to my 20s traveling the world and ending up in the middle of the most amazing tales myself. Thank you so very much for sharing.
    XOXO, Amy @ Jeans and a Tea
    http://www.jeansandatea.com

  58. Christina says...

    Great idea for a new series and fantastic inaugural essay! Keep them coming!

  59. Anna says...

    Two years ago I lived on the Flaggy Shore, two doors down from Lady Gregory’s house! What a surprise to see a picture of it in this essay. It’s an ancient, resonant, gorgeous area. The fine Irish poet Seamus Heaney even wrote about it! After reading his poem y’all might get a better understanding of the effect the Flaggy Shore had on Lisa:

    Postscript
    By Seamus Heaney

    And some time make the time to drive out west
    Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
    In September or October, when the wind
    And the light are working off each other
    So that the ocean on one side is wild
    With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
    The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
    By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
    Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
    Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
    Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
    Useless to think you’ll park and capture it
    More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
    A hurry through which known and strange things pass
    As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
    And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.

    • EL says...

      +1

    • Maureen says...

      wonderful!

  60. Loribeth says...

    This is so great! I love this series already!

  61. You’re giving me wanderlust! The dream!

    Also, Ed is quite handsome.

  62. Maywyn says...

    Great story, Lisa! Its good to see you happy.
    I do dream of going to London all by myself, but worry I’ll find myself sniveling in my room with anxiety unable to go out of the hotel the entire time. After that short up swing, I tell myself I don’t give a flying whatever, because I made it to London! After that, I dial my nephew in America to ask him to come get me so I can get on the plane home.

  63. Monica says...

    so good!!! I like to see the pictures, so 90s

  64. I loved this and would love to contribute! Would it be possible to submit my essay for consideration?

  65. Caroline says...

    I fell madly “in love” while I was studying abroad in India. Oddly enough, I think he actually fell madly in love with me, too. He was tall, handsome, and we were introduced by a mutual friend while I was traveling through this little international hippie enclave. We bonded over our jobs working in history museums but there wasn’t much in common beyond that. He followed me around India for the rest of the semester and it was one of the most wildly romantic experiences of my life. When I think about how I had to break his heart, it totally cuts me deep. Thank you for this. All of the thoughts and feelings associated with him are so fun to experience again!
    ps- totally thought I would have beautiful, half Indian children running around the countryside one day, too…

  66. lisarubisch says...

    dear everyone who posted: i can’t stop smiling at these comments. i wholeheartedly agree that ed is a dreamboat! he just wasn’t MY dreamboat. more of a brother and a seriously nice guy. a small addendum: three years later i met the love of my life, ian. i credit the english guy for opening my eyes to real love. barbara and i became really good friends after the trip. she is hilarious and awesome. and after we all long left our jobs at mtv, about a decade ago, i ran into ed in the hamptons. we were both toting newborns and it was great to see each other again. i just wrote him to let him know he has a fan club. :)

    • Lena says...

      This made me smile :)

    • Well, I guess I shouldn’t bother to chime in about how cute Ed was in these photos! And you look very Belle & Sebastian-y in these shots as well. Loved the story.
      Signed,
      Someone who routinely fell “in love” with guys in bands who lived in far-away states or countries

    • Lauren says...

      ahh, this is such a wonderful follow up! so great to know you’re all really good friends, and have connected. i like how you credit english guy with opening your eyes to real love. i’m trying to remember that going forward from my (super sad) experiences. love is wonderful!

    • Summer says...

      I’m clapping like a seal over here! Yea for the three amigos!

  67. Caz says...

    This was great, I was smiling the whole way through. Oh, those troublesome boys who seemed like such a great idea at the time!
    P.S I love the old analogue photos. I kind of miss the days when there were no do-overs and you got a surprise when you picked them up!

  68. Caroline says...

    Oh this series is fantastic. Cheers to you, Lisa + Cup of Jo team!

  69. Me says...

    Wowza. I felt like I was reliving my early 20s. The charms of the Brits and the songs of the Irish lads have helped many of us to rack up frequent flier miles for hopes of something more. Loved this. Xx

  70. Anna says...

    Haha! Looks like I wasn’t the only one who hoped this finished with, “and I ended up with Ed!” Forget the English guy!

    • Luna GC says...

      I loved that line too.

  71. Christie says...

    Yeah, nice story…

    But tell us more about Ed… ;)

    • Sarah says...

      Seriously! When I got to the pics at the end I was like…what was wrong with Ed?!?!? ;)

  72. Stephanie says...

    Lisa — this was amazing and touched my heart. I don’t have a similar tale, yet in some ways, I have experienced that exact same thing. Thank you for sharing!

    And Joanna — looking forward to more.

  73. This was perfect.

  74. “It took me an embarrassingly long time to get over him. More than I will admit. Over time, I realized that I had fallen more in love with a time and a place than a person. ” — Oh man, can I relate.

    Wonderful essay. Lisa sounds fantastic. Even though it didn’t work out, what a ballsy accomplishment to just to show up in Manchester like that.

    Baller move.

  75. Lovely … Using an empty wine bottle to shower … Love the little details .. Stories are made when you don’t have money for a fancy hotel :)

  76. Vanessa says...

    Love this series already!

    And totally agree with above comments. I would’ve drowned my sorrows in a cup of Ed :)

  77. Katie H. says...

    I’m going to love this series… What a great, captivating story! Thank you for sharing it, Lisa!

  78. Gigi says...

    Forget the Brit, Ed is a total babe! He reminds me of Heath Ledger circa 10 Things I Hate About You…swoon!

  79. Ha I see I’m not the only one inquiring about Ed ;) I loved this story though; I can honestly imagine a lovely unexpected retreat like you described after your breakup heals a lot if wounds!

  80. Ed seems way better than this Mr. Darcy-esque Englishman. I was secretly hoping the story ended with “and then Ed and I got together!”

  81. laetitia says...

    Very nice!
    And HELLO, Ed in this second picture looks so hot!!! Right?

  82. Seriously?! This sounds like a movie. That house! What a wonderful story and Lisa is cute as a button!
    I can’t wait to read more from this series!

  83. Sarah says...

    I think I speak for everyone…WHERE IS ED NOW?!

  84. Alice Quin says...

    I want to be Lisa’s friend!

  85. Cup Of Jo always has the BEST series (I am obsessed with Motherhood Around the World). Also, ED. Girl…Ed was where it was at.

  86. Jamie says...

    Aw, I love this story. Beautifully told!

  87. Amy says...

    Yes yes yes. I also smiled the whole time while reading! I’m looking forward to this series. You’re off to a great start.

  88. Also, I neglected to say… I LOVE THIS PIECE!

  89. I’m trying to find the nerve to document my years traveling Europe and Central Asia. I have so many stories and when I share, I get receive a great reception. I just don’t know where to start. It is scary to share the good, funny, bad, and sad. But I’m excited by the idea of inspiring other young college grads to skip the rat-race and buy a one-way ticket somewhere. I look forward to this series. I hope it helps me find my nerve.

  90. Molly says...

    I mean…it worked for Felicity! :)

  91. Anitra says...

    Loved this! I was on the edge of my seat wondering what was going to happen! So happy she found joy in the end.

    • Joanna Goddard says...

      me too. i was smiling the whole time reading it. and i loved the food descriptions — cold roast chicken, cold white wine. :)

  92. ashley b says...

    oooh i’m excited for this series!
    great story lisa! i think on some level we can all relate… :)

    • RT says...

      Came here to say the same thing! Way dreamy!

  93. Ed is super dreamy. I hope you at least spooned with him. Winky face.

    • Joanna Goddard says...

      hahahaha :)

    • Genia says...

      That’s what I was thinking too!

    • Lynn says...

      Ha that’s what I was thinking.

    • Forrest says...

      That’s what I was thinking! Forget the Mr. Darcy guy and go for Ed!

  94. Stacey says...

    Gah! Deja Vu! Freshman year in college I had the good fortune of spending three glorious weeks in a quaint Irish village. After spending the following year writing back and forth with a devastatingly charming Irishman, I left California for a year at the nearest college in Ireland I could get to. Once I got there, he had to admit to not only having a long term girlfriend, but also having a new baby with her as well! It was the hardest but also most wonderful year of my life- I stuck it out and learned more about myself than I could ever have imagined. Thanks for the laugh out loud, been there, done that moment!

  95. Julia says...

    You had me at “series”!

  96. Mimi says...

    I enjoyed this so much. Thank you!

  97. What a story, and amazingly told. I felt like I was right there with you! As my mother once told me, and I am sure it applies in this case, “things always have a way of working out…not always in the way we were hoping for, but in the end, just like they’re supposed to.” Thanks for a great read.

  98. karinny says...

    Lovely travel story!

  99. Natalie Brennan says...

    this essay stole my heart! she made me laugh and tear up. everyone has been through something like this, although maybe not a country away!