Mr. Penguin and I have weathered the storms that any typical relationship weathers. We broke up for a year when he left for grad school, did the long distance relationship for a few years, moved into a 460 (!) sq. ft. apartment together, and bought a house. Some of it was rough, but for the most part it was very exciting.
His family decided to take a trip to Italy a couple years ago, where we would all be staying in a villa in Tuscany for 10 days together. I was excited for the trip, but mostly, I was anxious to see how well Mr. Penguin and I traveled, long distance, in close quarters, for that many days. Of course, we had spent many many more days in a row together by then, but there is something about traveling — the map bearing, sightseeing, on-the-go traveling that REALLY stresses people out. Many a family has been left in tears (namely, mine) over getting lost overseas, travel insomnia, and sleeping in incredibly close (and sometimes sweaty) quarters. I remember mentioning to Mr. Penguin a few weeks before we left that this would be one of the “make it or break it” moments in our relationship. If we were miserable in Italy, after all the money we saved and the time we took off for it, I wasn’t really sure if our relationship would have ever quite recovered.
And BOY was it a test. We left while Mr. Penguin was smack in the middle of having the flu. Our flight was late, meaning we had to run 1.6 billion miles across Heathrow (seriously, what is that airport’s deal?) to catch our connecting flight. The cute little Fiat we rented was a lemon (or rather, a Limoncello) leaving the clutch burned out in the middle of rush hour traffic in Rome. For the entire trip, we had to let the car “rest” every 30 minutes or else it would burn out. On the first leg of our hike at Cinqueterre, I sprained my ankle, but hiked 4 of the towns anyway in a half-agony-half-adrenaline-induced-hallucinatory state. And the cherry on top? Our flight out of Rome was also late, meaning we had to take 2 additional connecting flights to make it back to San Francisco…which also meant that we missed Bart, which also meant an $80 cab ride back to Berkeley.
Through all the delays, illness, injury, and automotrauma, we kept HUGE smiles on our faces the whole trip through. It was an amazing family trip, no complaining, no yelling, no whining (but lots of wine-ing). As we fell asleep in our comfy bed after a harrowing 18 hours of travel, I realized…WE MADE IT.

Swapped some ideas regarding the future of Catholicism with the Pope. Meeting went well. Church still alive and well. You’re welcome, Pope B.

Coliseum. Not the crappy USC kind.

Powering through the hike at Cinqueterre at a rare moment where Germans with walking sticks were not trying to push me over.

Atop a Duomo in Sienna, our favorite city!
What was your “If we can make it here, we’ll make it anywhere” moment?
Yay! Ms. Penguin sporting the reefs in Italia! Best. flip-flops. EVER.
His easy-going personality is the perfect complement to the overzealous drama queen in me, so we’ve managed to work out any obstacle we’ve encountered so far. We have yet to travel outside of the country together, so we’ll see … !!