Love In Translation

If each person has their private language, then love is about learning each other’s languages

The Love Letter by Tomioka Eisen

Last summer, my partner and I went on an 80-mile bicycle trip around the southern shore of mountain lake Issyk-Kul in Kyrgyzstan. Gasping for air after cresting a murderously steep hill — the third one in a row — I asked him why on earth did he call the route “more or less…