It’s Messy Falling for Someone on the Road
I MET DEVON while traveling through Peru; both of us had signed up for the same four-day Salkantay trek to Machu Picchu. A 5 am breakfast left us sitting opposite each other at a table, sharing a basket of stale bread and noticeably artificial butter. The news that he was on his way back to the United States acted merely as a means to conversation; I didn’t know right away that we would end up emotionally engaged further into the trip.