I will always be grateful for the red wooden artists’ house in Norway where I first met José — but I’m even more grateful that it brought me to an unexpected country called Uruguay, a place I can now call home.
San Francisco is teaching me that home can be a person, but on a greater level, home is all of the people in our life, whose combined presence forms an emotional foundation just as significant as any physical one.
From the Pont de l’Archevêché in Paris to the Rialto in Venice, there is hardly a famous bridge that hasn’t been claimed by couples eager to profess their love to the world. An old railway bridge in Cologne is no different.