09/24/2026
“What do you think about going to Peru with me?” my best friend asked.
She was crying. I was crying.
We hadn’t seen each other in nearly 2 months. After my dog died I could barely leave the house.
I had finally gained the energy to go for a walk and I asked her to go with me.
We walked and talked and she listened as I told her how lost & sad I was.
We finished our walk and she blurted out “I have something to ask you.”
Then her eyes filled with tears. She told me how much my friendship meant 🥹 and then asked if I would go to Peru with her. On one of her group trips.
It seemed exciting but I had so many reservations. I was still heartbroken and traveling halfway across the world seemed so… big.
But September was so far away. I asked her to let me think about it.
I was stuck between terrified and excited. It took a couple of months before I confidently told her YES I was going.
I ignored the trip entirely until the day before when I started packing (do not recommend this strategy), but suddenly I found myself with my best friend in Peru.
We spent 12 days together. We met THE MOST incredible group of women. 🫶🏼 Made life-long friends. Ate our way through cities. Saw a wonder of the world. Laughed until we cried, daily. Had deep conversations every night.
And somewhere along the way, I felt myself healing.
I don’t know how she knew. How the Universe or God or whoever knew…
But flying halfway across the world to Peru to meet a group of strangers who became friends, was somehow the exact trip I didn’t know I needed. ♡
