Elisabeth Jayot

Last summer I made a road trip through California with my boyfriend. We were quarreling when we stopped at a motel in the Anza Borrega Desert. We were both pissed off, and it was impossible to have a calm discussion, so I went to the pool to relax.

I was talking with locals in there when I saw him running away from the motel without even turning to look for me. I thought he would take the car and leave me there alone. At this precise moment I understood how much I loved him, and I ran after him to tell him. Behind this paradise postcard landscape, there were a lots of tears, doubts, and confessions; but this row in the desert made our relationship stronger, and we’re still together.