This love story happened in reverse. It began with homemade dinners, suburban walks, and the Sunday paper, as Ashwin and Natascha waited out a virus that had abruptly isolated them from the world. A few days turned into a few months. When they eventually managed to bake the perfect loaf of sourdough bread, they knew they had something special. Then the world slowly reopened. Natascha returned to work in Europe while Ashwin searched for a job to join her, and travel restrictions kept them apart all summer. They found each other again in Berlin, and fell more in love amidst gray winters and warm Glühwein. It was in Germany that Ashwin learned important words like bitte, danke, and Schneeglöckchen. But remember, this is a love story in reverse. Once they had settled into a comfortable routine in Berlin, they quit their jobs and took two backpacks to Latin America. Over the next ten months, they explored Mayan ruins and Peruvian canyons. They braved the scorpions of Guatemala and the buses of Colombia. And most importantly: when obstacles arose, they learned to treat themselves and each other with compassion. As the trip drew to a close, they began to wonder: Where should we call home? They had spent so much of their relationship in motion. Their friends were scattered across the world. Their families were divided by a continent and an ocean. And on their last day of traveling, in Mexico City, they realized: home is with each other.