Amigos, amici,
priateli, fíloi, miqtë… these were the many ways in which we learned to say
the word “friends”.
From the very beginning, no one would believe that Alberto and I were merely friends, and so we found ourselves having to explain our relationship more often than we would have liked.
I saw him as my walking companion – an annoying one sometimes – and like a brother. I am certain that he saw me as his annoying sister. We had our disagreements and arguments, all of which we committed to resolving because, after all, we were walking for peace.
After an especially hurtful argument in Macedonia, the veil of appearances finally lifted, and each could see the other as they truly were. Perhaps it was Greece in springtime, but the feelings between us would deepen, and evolve into a more intimate, romantic relationship, five months from the start of our journey together.
From the very beginning, no one would believe that Alberto and I were merely friends, and so we found ourselves having to explain our relationship more often than we would have liked.
I saw him as my walking companion – an annoying one sometimes – and like a brother. I am certain that he saw me as his annoying sister. We had our disagreements and arguments, all of which we committed to resolving because, after all, we were walking for peace.
After an especially hurtful argument in Macedonia, the veil of appearances finally lifted, and each could see the other as they truly were. Perhaps it was Greece in springtime, but the feelings between us would deepen, and evolve into a more intimate, romantic relationship, five months from the start of our journey together.
This picture was taken in Greece, where we were assured that
people could understand English.
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