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Learning Love Through Travel in Paris

When you are in love don’t take it for granted because it is everything

Holding the beauty and the suffering of the world at the same time

“See Paris First” – Embracing Fear to Fully Experience Love

When you are in love don’t take it for granted because it is everything

We stayed at St. Christoper’s Inn Canal, a party hostel that stayed true to its reputation by hosting a beer pong tournament in the lobby every night. Thankfully, we had booked a private room and it was cute and quiet. We liked the hostel mostly because of its location, as in the morning I went for a delightful run along the Paris canal and saw so much life happening. There were soccer games, runners, dogs being walked and dogs walking humans, kids playing everywhere, and just joyfulness. It felt like a very healthy and beautiful environment. I came back and Kait was still getting some zzzz’s so I went down for the free breakfast at our hostel and found a seat next to the canal. It was gorgeous. The sun was sparkling off of the water like glitter. I overheard a conversation between two gentlemen in their mid to late 30s at the table next to me, one from England and the other from Austria. They both seemed to be sharing stories of heartbreak and longing for love over cappuccinos. The one guy spoke of prostitutes and getting catfished in Paris by someone he met online and the other talking about this being the end of his long relationship. Then they turned to me maybe thinking I could commiserate. But with the glow I had they could probably tell I am totally in love. And I shared that I could not be happier and am more in love than I ever thought was even possible. Kait is truly the love of my life and I am savoring every second of being with her. I believe we all are looking for the same thing and when you find it you don’t take it for granted. You cherish that love and protect and fight for that love over anything. And so I could not have been more joyful to be back in Paris now 34 totally in love with Kait thinking about how my 18 year old single self that was in Paris could not have imagined a better today.

Holding the beauty and the suffering of the world at the same time

Then we went to a park to meet up with an acquaintance of mine named Hedy. We had met recently in a Center for Courage and Renewal virtual retreat and she had mentioned she lived in Paris. As Kait and I planned our trip, I reached out to Hedy and we were each up for the fun of meeting a stranger who apparently has courage and renewal. Hedy had shared in our retreat that she was hosting a refugee Ukrainian family and I really was in awe of her in the ways she opened up her home to the world’s need in this time of global crises. The greatest gift that Hedy gave us was the gift of her example. She fell in love with a Parisian man and moved from the US to rural France. She shared with Kait and I how she had never felt more safe as a woman in France as compared to the US where she regularly experienced feeling unsafe and the daily oppression of a patriarchal and sexist society. If there is anything I pray for Kait it is for her to be safe and totally free. And so it made me joyful to have Kait meet Hedy and see Paris as a very different alternative from the US. I think just knowing that there is another option, that you are not stuck, is so empowering because then you have a choice. I choose Kait being safe and free first and foremost. 

Hedy invited us to join her that night at a choir concert with the Ukrainian family she is hosting. We gladly accepted the invite and we soon found ourselves a row behind Hedy and the family in a beautiful, yet hot church listening to some very relaxing mellow choir music. Given that Kait and I were about 24 hours off of the flight over, we were hella tired. It literally felt like a survivor competition, (outwit, outplay, outlast) to stay awake in this environment. And the potential awkwardness of falling asleep in front of a new friend, a whole Ukrainian family, and the entire church full of Parisians felt daunting. My eyelashes fluttered heavily as I tried to keep my eyes open and I was getting sweaty AF. The guy to Kait’s left fell asleep almost immediately, seemingly unabashedly as if he bought a ticket to this show just to get a good nap in. It made it all the more enticing to just close one eyeball and then the other… But we both persevered. Thankfully because what I saw next was the littlest girl of the Ukrainian family put her head down on her mom’s lap and fall asleep. And in that moment I felt so grateful that this Ukrainian family was okay. That this little Ukrainian girl could rest, if only for a few moments during a mellow hot Parisian choir concert.

Before Kait and I went on this trip I remember feeling a bit shy to share with others that I was going on a Euro trip over Spring Break despite the Russian invasion of Ukraine. We had booked our tickets well in advance of this war beginning but yet it still felt like it somehow needed to be defended in my mind that we could travel for leisure at a time like this. It made me reflect on a critical experience I had in college as part of the Pangea World Service Team in Nicaragua.I remember being torn by the joyful contentment of so many Nicaraguans I met while also seeing the ways in which extreme poverty limited life opportunities for many Nicaraguans and was primarily caused by the United States.  A little 8 year-old boy named Carlos had to stop playing soccer with me to go work in a factory to support his family. It broke my heart. The amount of human caused suffering led me to feel hatred for human nature and this world. It overwhelmed me. Over the last decade I struggled at times to be able to hold both the suffering and the beauty of the world at the same time. As an activist I also felt like I needed to be hyper focused on all the injustice and suffering  at all times and that it was endless and that I could never do enough. And yet the world is complex. I have learned that it is important to hold both the beauty and the suffering at the same time.  

“See Paris First” – Embracing Fear to Fully Experience Love

In the case of travel I found it to be very important that Kait and I did travel at this time. If anything the pandemic message was “stay home” and you are only safe with your own blood family. Be afraid of strangers. Be afraid of everybody. And I think travel is the opposite of this. I feel travel says the world is your home. I feel travel says everyone is your family. I feel travel says there is no stranger. I feel travel says don’t be afraid – get closer to what you are afraid of.

SEE PARIS FIRST by M. Truman Cooper

Suppose that what you fear

could be trapped,

and held in Paris.

Then you would have

the courage to go

everywhere in the world.

All the directions of the compass

open to you,

except the degrees east or west

of true north

that lead to Paris.

Still, you wouldn’t dare

put your toes

smack dab on the city limit line.

You’re not really willing

to stand on a mountainside

miles away

and watch the Paris lights

come up at night.

Just to be on the safe side

you decide to stay completely

out of France.

But then danger

seems too close

even to those boundaries,

and you feel

the timid part of you

covering the whole globe again.

You need the kind of friend

who learns your secret and says,

“See Paris first.”

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Learning Love Through Travel – The Pre-Trip!

Slurpee to Yurpee

Mistakes Could Be Funny

Raise the Tetto

Slurpee to Yurpee

I believe that a trip really begins when you begin thinking of ideas for a trip and then savor each part of the excitement before you are on the trip. You really get your moneys worth when you appreciate the pre-trip…and the after trip! 

The pre-trip for us involved delivering a slurpee. A slurpee! Slurpee to Yurpee means that we DoorDashed our way to Europe. Here is how…

Kait and I did DoorDash with the goal of paying for our plane tickets to Europe with our earnings. And we accomplished that over a few weeks of dashing! On Friday nights we would get out of work and jump in the Kait mobile for a “dash”. After a nerve-racking start where DoorDash gave us a double order on our first dash which we quickly figured out, we really got the hang of it and soon loved it.  We found it to be lovely in how it helped us work towards a collective goal, was valuable time together that would soon lead to some hilarious stories, and gave us a chance to make a small positive impact on some unsuspecting people. We somehow came up with the idea that after we picked up an order we had the time till we dropped it off to write each customer a unique post-it note pun related to their order. For example, there was an Indian restaurant called Deshi and so we wrote to that customer “We hope your dinner is Deshi-licious”. It was funny and cute okay.  And we saw each DoorDash order as a way to get these cute little post-it notes into the homes of millions (okay a few ) Americans.  

Now, DoorDashing is not easy. So many things can go wrong from taking the risk to add extra driving to your life especially during the winter in Michigan, to late orders, and customers that don’t tip. But, we had a great time. Sometimes we would dash and then go out with friends and then I would start the cheer “One More Dash!” and we would do a little bit more dashing. It was great. Our top stories were delivering a slurpee from 7-eleven to a mansion around the corner (which then coined the phrase slurpee to yurpee), the Deshi-licious order where a shirtless man came bounding down the stairs towards me to receive his meal and laughed when I said I hope it’s Deshi-licious, and just jamming out as we came up with bad puns to put on our post-it notes. Each dash was an unrehearsed adventure and it had a lot in common with travel. I love Kait’s openness and energy to do DoorDash together.  It made me happy to spend this time together as a couple working towards our shared goal of travel. If you were wondering, Kait was primarily our driver and I was our dasher. We worked very well as a Dasher team I might say – maybe one of the best of all time! Just kidding but yea it was a hoot. It felt like all the hard work paid off when we met our goal and bought our direct RT plane tickets from Detroit to Paris with only our DoorDash earnings. DoorDash became one of the unofficial sponsors of our trip and a significant part of the pre-trip. Gas-X is also an unofficial sponsor of our trip. No further comment on that.

Mistakes could be funny

Mistakes could be funny. They could also be costly. But when you are in love and have unconditional love for your partner you can sometimes…okay okay I know what you are thinking – “Davide” what did you do?. So, after finally hitting the Pay button to finalize our plane tickets to Europe I realized that the tickets said David Metler and Kait Metler. Here is the thing: Kait’s last name is O’mara and we are not married (yet) /she did not take my last name pre-marriage!!! The whole taking the guys last name has a sexist history too. But…it was just an autofill mistake that I somehow missed even when I double checked it. So, then I call Kait and break the news to her that she accidentally just became a Metler. It was pretty funny to us. Maybe a little rushed but hey Kait Metler has a good ring to it. The not funny part was now I had to call Delta and change her name back and as one who is an oversharer (as well as an overwiper just sayin) I was suddenly wondering how to break it to Delta that Kait was changing her last name back to O’mara. That we were now potentially going to be seen by Delta as separated or divorced but still going on a trip together to Europe?!?! I mean the real story was that it was a simple mistake but it was a pretty funny mistake to undo. So, anyways I spent over four hours trying to connect with a ticket specialist over Delta’s app, was on call-back for their actual phone line, and then finally had someone switch it back pretty easily actually after all that. Mistakes could be funny when your in love.

Raise the Tetto

Learning a language with your lover could possibly be one of the most romantic things to do together. Language opens up the possibilities for connection and learning a new language allows you new opportunity to connect with each other and those who speak that language. I had learned 5 years of French, quite a bit of Spanish, some Hebrew, a little Arabic, and some sign language and one of my goals has been to be fluent in another language enough so I could make someone laugh (not at my accent but at the content of what I was expressing). Kait also has a background in French.

With all this language background we decided to learn Italian in preparation for this upcoming Euro trip (also thinking we may want to live in Italy someday or be at least be able to sweet talk with a cannoli.)  I had used Preply.com before to learn languages and found it to be affordable and reliable. The first teacher we selected was a bit strict without much of a sense of humor and Kait and I agreed we should maybe try another one before committing.  That is how we found Umberto.  Umberto is an Italian graphic designer living in London (now in Indonesia) and he was playful. He is exactly what we were looking for in an Italian teacher. At one point before asking me to say a phrase in Italian he said “Davide don’t f*** this up” and to Kait when she said a word that started with the sound “moooooo” understood why it was so funny that it felt like time stopped during that utterance when I looked at her with an impressed look.  He is super funny and energetic and seemed very organized in his teaching methods. Although at some point Kait and I realized we were having pretty much the same lesson every time we took accountability for it because we rarely practiced between lessons after the first few weeks and began to schedule lessons a bit too infrequently to remember what we had done last!

It is not easy to learn a new language as an adult in general but especially when you are not immersed in the language or need to use it in your daily life and when life gets busy it is hard to keep a commitment to practice. Nonetheless we had a ton of fun. It is a beautiful and vulnerable thing to learn a language together with your lover.  It is stepping into the unknown. It is the discovery of new words and expressions that release your previously held notions and limitations. It is love languages – the sound of them, the way you slow down to pay attention to the detail of how each letter and accent sounds, and how you trudge through it and mess up all the time together. Somehow our favorite word became – tetto which means roof in Italian. Probably not the most useful word to know but hey at least we could say “Raise the tetto” when we got to Italy.

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Learning Love Through Travel at Our First Travel Show!

Sunrises over Hooters

Go Back Home to Michigan

Take the Invitation

Sunrises over Hooters

The adventure began with Kait (Pidge) and Davide (Lil Llams) putting their patooties in the Kait mobile and driving from Detroit to Chicago/Rosemont. Some good chatting and a lot of Ne-Yo, Usher, Ludacris and Backstreet Boys later (we both reached for the dial at the same time to turn up “I want it that way”) we arrived in beautiful…Rosemont, Illinois. 

We pulled up to our luxurious Holiday Inn and parked in the lot FOR FREE YAY! Maybe the one thing Rosedale/Rosemont has got on Chicago. Then we got blown into the front door by 2000 mile an hour winds (measured accurately by the new hairdo I had when we got inside). You know, just Chicago/Rosemont living up to the hype. We checked in and opened the door to our room on the 7th floor. Pretty nice for $79 a night with a beautiful view out our window of the Chicago skyline to the east, airplanes taking off and landing at nearby O’Hare airport (which is really leaning into its name with a ton of billboards around it for hair restoration), and of course to the west the family establishment – Hooters.

After buying a new deck of Chicago blinged out gold and shiny cards in the hotel gift shop (because I forgot our favorite Greek erotica cards at home) we went into the hotel Bar Louie for drinks and dinner. We had some beers to celebrate our arrival and then an infinite amount of tater tots, both sweet potato and regular, with a finite amount of mac and cheese and a burger, while we observed a lot of amount of PDA from nearby couples. After sultry live music from a guitarist and a gusty night, it seemed like everyone was snuggling in with whoever was next to them. Thankfully for me that was Kait. 

We woke up at butt oclock to the sunrise because we forgot to close the window shade. There is nothing like those Holiday Inn sunrises in Rosemontdale over the Chicago skyline. Cuddling Kait while watching the greatest show on earth is the way I want to start every morning. 

Go Back Home to Michigan

We Flyin Ostriched our way through the front doors of the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center and we had arrived at our first travel show! The special feeling of that moment set in as we romantically put on each other’s wrist bands slowly (without getting any of the sticky part on my arm hair thanks kait) and we held hands while holding the travel show program long enough to take a picture of the moment. It was then that we noticed the passes simply said “Meet Abraham Lincoln” on them and we were like “what does that have to do with a travel and adventure show?” Maybe that’s the adventure part….going back in time! 

We then crossed the threshold and went to meet up with one of my best friends James who drove in from Milwaukee for this historic event. He texted me to meet him at the bar right next to the Segway driving area.. So, it turns out the travel show has a bar, and a Segway driving area! Upon hugging Kait and I, James broke it to me that I looked like a “substitute art teacher” in my flamingo tie and blue pants. That was spot on. 

We meandered through the initial travel booths of the show with enticing exotic global destinations such as Indiana, Wisconsin, and Michigan. There was a guy selling knives and a person selling windows. This show really had it all – how inclusive! Then the three of us met Abe Lincoln. It turns out his name is Kevin and he is from Southeastern Michigan. Right when we met him he needed to use the bathroom. He did not return for about an hour. No questions asked. When he returned, (no we did not wait for him) I somehow got a picture with him in a trophy pig chair for two outside of the Shipshewana Travel Booth. This one you do have to see to believe it. A picture is worth one word – wow.

Our first travel presentation of the event was from a woman that had led trips to Italy for over 30 years. Since Kait and I were going to Italy in about a month, (we are even taking Italian lessons), we thought this presentation was relevant. Even though our neighboring travel goers thought we knew the speaker because we cheered for her and had a lot of excited energy, we soon found her to be presenting a type of travel we despise. It was all about private travel where everything you do on the trip is scheduled on the itinerary. There is no room for spontaneity or getting a little lost or creating authentic connection with the locals. From the minute you start the trip, your experience is crafted and controlled. It made me want to scream. That definitely counts as travel but with no room for adventure and this was the “Travel and Adventure Show.”  The part that made us cringe most was when the presenter shared that her passengers “don’t even have to touch a euro.” Gross. To be honest, I love touching euros, they are shiny and seem much cleaner than dollars. The point though is that this sanitized version of travel appeals to some kind of audience of American tourists, that is why she has been in business for over 30 years. However, Kait and I both felt like it takes away from travel, everything we love about travel and that hopefully there are others like us who would join us in a collective cringe upon hearing this presentation and who crave real adventure in their travel.

Next we heard a presenter whose presentation included some really gnarly slides including many exclamation marks and one picture of unnecessary bleeding eyelids.  I am not sure what a necessary bleeding eyelids powerpoint would be. The global travel expert preceded to tell us that her #1 recommended destination is…northern Michigan! Two Michiganders and a Wisconsinite sitting there like…touche but not in the wintertime!! And ain’t it a bitch to travel 4.62 hours to this global travel and adventure show from Michigan to be pitched to…return to Michigan. 

Going home to Michigan, after living many other places, was actually the best decision I ever made because that is how I met Kait.

Take the Invitation

We tried to hear a presentation about travel to Antarctica after that but I think the presenters were stuck in Antarctica because they didn’t show up. So then we walked around the booths a bit to walk that awkward presentation off and try to find the next frontier beyond Michigan for travel. That is when we were invited to visit a country called Palau,a small island nation archipelago of over 500 islands off the eastern coast of the Philippines. The Palau contingent first shared how the nation is very Americanized as it uses the American dollar, both English and Palau are its official languages, and you can get anything you need from American culture there. We shared that we were looking for the exact opposite, to get away from American culture and truly experience genuine culture in support of the indigenous there. Then the conversation changed. It was important to hear of the ways in which the Palauian people are holding onto their heritage and culture despite the domination of the US on its land. It was fascinating to learn about a country we didn’t know existed and we left that booth inspired to someday visit Palau. For real, Palau get ready for Kait and David!

You know you are serious about travel when you go to day 2 of the travel show. Lincoln was still there. Lithuania guy was wearing the same tie. The hot dogs and pizza slices were still $15 a piece. It was perfect. We asked someone to take our photo in front of the official Travel and Adventure Show sign and we accidentally got someone who was a professional photoshoot taker. For real, she hooked us up with some great shots! Then we saw her go on stage as part of the next panel for the session we were most excited about. The amazing panel from the travel company, Wanderful, which supports women to travel and build solidarity, shared tips and stories about remote work around the world. I loved this panel and the possibilities that were shared that seemed like where Kait and I are headed. One of the main tips I remember for remote work is to wear BIG headphones so people know you are working and don’t bother you. 

As much as we loved Rosedale/Rosemont and being on our first business trip, it was time for some romantic time downtown together away from all the travel agents trying to get us to visit Michigan. We walked out into the sunny and relatively warm February Chicago day and for a few blocks just took in some rays like sunflowers. Kait saw a sign in the middle of the sidewalk for a bookstore that I missed because I was staring into the sun (also because they had signs every few steps that said watch out for falling ice so I was doing that).  We went into this bookstore that smelled just like a bookstore because it was a bookstore. Mmmmm delicious. I found a book that was half off called the Invitation by Ora. Kait commented that you know its a good book store when there feminism and other political/social section is over half of the bookstore. I agreed. Since it was so nice outside we extended our walk back to our car to include a circumambulation (yes I wanted to use that word since I woke up Kait) of the bean. Kait had never been to the bean before, despite loving Chicago. I’m glad we didn’t park our car directly underneath it because when we got there a dance group was performing a low key flashmob. After that we leaned over the edge to watch the ice skaters. The worst and smallest skaters were pushing around these little cute penguins that helped them with balance and stability. Out of nowhere a skating couple emerged that looked like they just came back from the Winter Olympics. Seeing them spin and glide across the ice was deeply presencing and I thought how beautiful people are, especially when they are gliding and twirling like birds in the sky. I read Kait the first page of my $3.43 bookstore find which was the poem – The Invitation. When I finished reading  it and looked into Kait’s eyes I could feel in my heartsicles this ever growing love for her continue to deepen. 

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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Learning Love Through Travel in Hydra

Well now what…

We were everything

Contentment, the present, and reflection

Well now what…

I know, I know-That Mykonos adventure was wild. How do you follow up such a whirlwind? Where does anyone go after that ridiculous story? Apparently, Hydra: Known for gorgeous beaches of crystal clear water and a more lowkey destination for families just a couple miles from Athens. As the ferry from Mykonos to Athens was departing mid afternoon, we knew we would arrive in Hydra later afternoon granting us only the night as our final stop of this romantic, lively experience. 

I do want to acknowledge again that this was during CoVid Pandemic as travel bans had just starting lifting for larger tourist destinations meaning the crowds were smaller. Some had said that it was a wonderful gift and others said it was a messy unknown. To be fair, it was a lot of researching on protocols, forms and requirements, but it also felt welcoming. 

The following three to four hours were spent on two ferries. With so many islands associated with the Greecian tourism, it can be easy to forget about the other island options, but not to be excluded. Various other islands offer similar cuisines, views, and hospitality. I cannot say other islands will have Poncho, but I guess you will have to check for yourself. 

Honestly, I think it was surprising how energized we were arriving at Hydra after already such a packed day. But we really had the excitement for what was to hold here. This time we did have the name of the hotel as well as screenshotted maps of this island (A tip we learned the hard way as we had no cell service/internet for most of the trip). 

We arrived at such perfect timing to see the main town submerged in sunset. The sun was just falling behind the elevation, but still illuminated each building into the cliffsides as well as the forestry near the peaks that I am sure offered a glamorous view of the island in each direction. There was something much cuter and charming as we passed by small shops and cafes. No one seemed in a rush or covered in riches. Even the cats that laid in the street seemed to have looked at me in contentment.

It was a short walk to Kirki Hotel, literally. It was probably the most conveniently located accommodations we had the whole trip with a 4 minute walk from the pier. The Kirki Hotel offered the perfect amount of luxury including a balcony for a very affordable cost. We knew the sun was retiring for the night and quickly decided to spend 25 mins getting ready for our final dinner of the trip. We probably walked into that hotel looking like drained travelers with exhaustion in our eyes and walked out of the hotel fresh and dressed for the date night occasion. 

We were everything

We walked through the streets admiring the authentic architecture of white, floral and stone. There was a very genuine European atmosphere with the restaurants overflowing into the narrow streets. The various tables held candles that illuminated wine glasses and hushed conversations of locals or travelers. If you listened closely, you could hear multiple languages speaking romances to their company. 

I wish I could remember the name of the restaurant we went to and I wish I could remember everything we had discussed, but I remember the view of David on the other side of the table perfectly. I could paint the image of him pouring me a glass of wine from the bottle of Riesling we shared with the softest smile and gleaming blue eyes complimented by the blue cotton shirt he purchased in Santorini. I can still feel the intensity of our connection as we extended our conversations through topics of who we had and wanted to become. I was so present with him, I could feel everything else blur around us. We were everything at that moment in that space. It was the truest of myself I had ever felt.

Leave it to a random cat brushing against our legs to draw us out of our euphoria and head back down to the pier for some gelato we found at a local shop. We continued to walk around the pier passing a few bars filled with locals and tourists dressed to occasion for nightlife drinks, but there was a calmer sense than the bars in Mykonos. There was not booming music overflowing into the street, just casual conversations. Also, there was not this pressured sense to admire luxury opposed to the last grandness of riches in Mykonos. Just simple-people, company, drinks and conversation. The last seconds of the night were spent on the docks near the quiet rocking yachts beaming their lights into the clear blueish green water splashing up onto our dangling feet tempting us to slip in. 

Contentment, the present, and reflection

Out the whole trip, I remember this date night most vividly. Not because it was our last island, but because of what Hydra offered: Balance.

I know, I know. You wanted more out of Hydra. You wanted to read about our entertaining conversations with locals or our anxiety costing mistakes. Truth is, Hydra gave us the gratitude for balance between adventure and simplicity. Hydra’s perfect reminder to love contentment, love the present, and love reflection. 

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