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Newly recovered from a quarter-life meltdown, Clara Bensen decided to test her comeback by signing up for an online dating account. She never expected to meet Jeff, a wildly energetic university professor with a reputation for bucking convention. They barely know each other’s last names when they agree to set out on a risky travel experiment spanning eight countries and three weeks. The catch? No hotel reservations, no plans and, best of all, no baggage.
No Baggage will resonate with adventurers and homebodies alike—it’s at once a romance, a travelogue and a bright modern take on the age-old questions: how do you find the courage to explore beyond your comfort zone? Can you love someone without the need for labels and commitment? Is it possible to truly leave your baggage behind?
One dress, three weeks, eight countries—zero baggage.
Clara Bensen originally came to the public's attention with her Salon article from 2013, entitled ‘The craziest OkCupid date ever’. She lives in Austin, Texas.
322 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2016
"Within a few days of knowing one another, they embark on a 21-day travel adventure—from Istanbul to London, with zero luggage, zero reservations, and zero plans."Did not finish.
That's how he was. Tension was always followed by a silent split. Then he'd show up a few hours later as if he'd forgotten about the offending incident altogether. Speaking anxieties into the air--giving them audible weight--was an act of vulnerability. Safer to just skip it and move on. If he opened to me, I might do the same to him. And then where would we be? It wasn't so easy to "keep things simple" with our underbellies exposed. (95)Jeff's the one with the hangups about commitment and the drive to travel in this sort of way, but he's also the one who falls apart when his non-planning doesn't work out as he'd...planned. And even when things are going well, there's always this undercurrent of 'will this still be going well tomorrow?' Not because of the travel uncertainties, and not because they haven't been together long, but because for all that they trust each other in some some ways—some important ways—they also don't trust that the other person will still be there tomorrow.
I had to spring to keep up with his long, frustrated strides. He didn't mind being lost when he chose to be lost, but this was different. We had somewhere to be and he was failing to get us there. (189)
I realized my mistake as I put my finger on the map. "Oh dear, oh dear..."
"What?"
"Well, I'm a bit turned around..."
"WOMAN, WHERE ARE WE?"
"We're on the wrong side of the Thames," I confessed, close to tears. "I was holding the map somewhat...upside down."
"FUCKING HELL!" Jeff's face was red. It was the first time I'd ever witnessed him lose control. And over such a mundane predicament, too. We'd fallen into the classic couples argument, replete with crumpled map and shouting tirade (all we were missing was the part where I ordered him to pull over and ask for directions). He did compose himself quickly, to his credit. (275)