Eat Pray Love

I finally finished my journey with Liz Gilbert. First, you'll have to hear the story to understand this. So on my way to Rome back in september I realized I didn't have a book, so I bought one in Salt Lake City, Eat Pray Love.  

  I began to read it on the Flight to New York, she was on her way to live in Rome for 4 months. It seemed very timely that we were on the same path that way. She also just dove out of a marriage, which I hadn't rather I dove out of my relationship. She dove right into another with a man named David, I dove back into my man not the relationship with new limits and restrictions. thinking I could fix us without him changing and staying the same. How wrong we both were. She being the wonderful writer she is and virtually the same person it seems when it comes to a relationship, began describing her love and the ways she fought with herself. So as I was traveling through Italy, my so called attempt to fix something so broken shattered, along with my heart just about everyday, seeing my failed attempts and the man who I once thought may have loved me throw it all in my face. In the book she had moved on to the ashram in India, and was finding God in herself.  I chose to do the same, to find God in everyplace everyday to try and ease the pain. Find the beauty in the glorious things I was seeing everyday. It worked. I lost myself again in the travels and the cultures of the people whom I saw everyday living their lives with on lookers. I found God in the most unlikely places. As Liz went to Bali I went to Salzburg, where any attempts of even friendship or nice conduct with my guy fell like an ornament to tile floor, I cried, I sobbed, I hurt. So I rode a bike along the river and old town and found God in salzburg lifting me up and away in  the beauty of this place. Liz fell in love in Bali and I found the strength to focus on the dream of someone else. Though she could escape from her past mine travelled along with me everyday. I tried to watch the movie in  England but Only got to the half way point. So thank you Liz Gilbert where ever it is you are. For your strength, your ability to put your feelings into words, and the hope you leave your readers with.