I spent 10 days last week traveling with my love to Belize and Guatemala. We went on a bit of a whim; I can never pass up an opportunity to see the world.

We spent four days in Guatemala, staying in the tiny island town of Flores, and visiting the nearby Mayan ruin of Tikal. We climbed to the top of the highest temple, higher than the jungle treetops, so you can see far and far away, staying to watch the sunset and moonrise, until the jungle below fell velvety black, and you could see nothing except dim starlight and the light cast from our headlamps. The following day we got up at 4am and hiked again to the same temple to watch the sunrise, listening to the jungle waking up, watching the mist lift as the heat of the day set in. It was magic.

Then we went back to Belize and stayed on a tiny island off the coast called Caye Caulker, which is so small there are no cars, only bikes to get around. Days felt slow on the island, we spent our time biking along the beach, swimming off private docks, sailing, exploring, eating delicious food, and watching the sunset every night.

We grew even closer, learning the intricacies about one another you can only find out after spending every waking and sleeping moment together. We spent every morning curled together, and shared salty kisses during the day. I fell more in love with him, something I didn’t think was possible. It was just lovely, and I am so happy.