They're everywhere.
The people with whom our existence almost collides, but doesn’t. By a fraction of a train stop, an exit too soon, an averted glance, a smile that ended there.
Those near-collisions form the pieces of our might-have-been future. The future that might have been if:
The stranger in the plaid shirt got up the gumption.
The one glancing up from his iPad walked over to your table.
The runner who, after apologizing, good-naturedly asked how he could make it up to you.
But instead, most of us quietly continue on our respective paths, uninterrupted. To our office. To the bank. To lunch. To the locker room.
Never knowing what might have been. And never knowing the wiser.
A couple of years ago, Darla Antoine didn’t know the wiser, either.
Those near-collisions form the pieces of our might-have-been future. The future that might have been if:
The stranger in the plaid shirt got up the gumption.
The one glancing up from his iPad walked over to your table.
The runner who, after apologizing, good-naturedly asked how he could make it up to you.
But instead, most of us quietly continue on our respective paths, uninterrupted. To our office. To the bank. To lunch. To the locker room.
Never knowing what might have been. And never knowing the wiser.
A couple of years ago, Darla Antoine didn’t know the wiser, either.
Until he came along.
The one who would be too curious to let her walk away.
The one who would prove that paths cross for a reason.
The one who would teach her that sometimes, the bumps in the road aren’t there to slow you down; they’re there to give you air . . . and launch you into a fate you never saw coming.
Because as it turns out, maybe the stranger glancing your way was suppose to be part of your story.
And the only way you’ll ever know is by pouring some wine, taking a deep breath, and turning the page.
The one who would prove that paths cross for a reason.
The one who would teach her that sometimes, the bumps in the road aren’t there to slow you down; they’re there to give you air . . . and launch you into a fate you never saw coming.
Because as it turns out, maybe the stranger glancing your way was suppose to be part of your story.
And the only way you’ll ever know is by pouring some wine, taking a deep breath, and turning the page.
I Ran Away to a Hippie Commune and Nothing Has Ever Been the Same Since
is a story of divorce, uncertainty, planned endings and unexpected beginnings--beginnings that would unknowingly become not just the beginning of a new chapter, but the beginning of a new saga.
When Darla Antoine separates from her husband, the only thing she could think to do was the least expected: Flee to Costa Rica. A land she had never been, yet one that seemed to call to her, with its serene jungles and welcoming waves, friendly people and unlimited amounts of mango.
The hope? To forget everything.
The outcome? A story she could never.
For every person out there wondering if it’s too late--this book is for you.
When Darla Antoine separates from her husband, the only thing she could think to do was the least expected: Flee to Costa Rica. A land she had never been, yet one that seemed to call to her, with its serene jungles and welcoming waves, friendly people and unlimited amounts of mango.
The hope? To forget everything.
The outcome? A story she could never.
For every person out there wondering if it’s too late--this book is for you.
"You've reminded me that no matter what happens in life, you can overcome it and move on to bigger and better things."
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Bonus! Here's a little home video of some of the things Andy and I did during the fateful 3 weeks I spent in Costa Rica falling in love with him:
