On our first morning I found myself on a front porch and I immediately knew this was the place I needed to be. The view was gorgeous and beyond what I had hopefully imagined. With a cup of tea in my hands, I was enjoying our first morning surrounded only by the natural sounds of a gentle breeze rustling in the palm-trees, of exotic birds, of the ocean's breath, of the splash of jumping silverfishes in a little pond which separated our cottage from a long desolate beach.

We had only one day at Grand Canyon, but it was enough to fell in love with the endless beauty of the world's edge. It was cloudy and rainy, but the true beauty of the canyon still shined. It felt good to be out there with my love of my life, holding hands, in silence, even though there were so many of other people around with cameras and loud voices. But I was blind and deaf to the real world. I was out there, seeing the beauty and listening to the wind.