I cried and mourned my adventurous, self-determined, free life in Chile, the person I was in Chile, our deceased friend, dear friends, the daily view of the Andes (la cordillera), the Pisco Sour, “pebre” and “machas a la parmesana”, the daily Spanish speaking, the Latin American way of life, the climate, the music, my apartment, my jeep, … I missed it all so much, even though I didn’t want to go back. At the time I didn’t understand myself and I wondered very much why this phase of mourning lasted so long. I was happily in love – I could spend every day with the man of my life! I was alive, healthy and unharmed. Shouldn’t I be more grateful and leave the past behind? It was only one year! But looking back, it was very healing that I allowed myself to grieve in the way and time I needed. Soon I found a great job that brought me a big step forward in my career. I enjoyed a good number of exciting business trips, great colleagues and fun carnival experiences. Although everything was going well in my partnership and my job, I always felt this longing inside me for faraway countries and exciting new adventures. This time, however, please with my husband!