Universal Language of Love


To travel: to journey in abundance of new perspective, knowledge, appreciation and exploration … potentially falling closer to align self with the life you want to live and what you want to become.  With a lifetime of ventures behind or ahead of us, we are granted endless opportunities to see, explore and live.  Any chance we get to see new sites and walks of life is a gift.

On my recent vacation to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, a tropical resort stay at The Grand Luxxe, it enlightened my Love and appreciation for the incredibly beautiful universe we are all one with.  From the animals, birds, insects, the living!  Potent fragrances every flower released just by being, vibrant blue skies, deep indigo, fire-orange sunsets, turquoise waters.  And when this creation integrates with the human species, it’s magical.  Every single piece is significant to completing a bigger picture; connecting nature and life.

I have always had a larger than life passion for the human capacity to feel, love, emote and just live.  Every time I travel and get one more opportunity to interact with life’s diversities, I become ecstatic.  Perhaps, why I live to inspire and be inspired. My obsession and investment in the human mind, soul, behavior, psychology and physiology bring me pure joy; it’s my passion.  I tend to study it all more and more each day, as acting is simply a reflection of society and life.  While in Mexico, not only was every physical sense of mine highly stimulated, I was mostly enamored by the dozens of intellectual and humbling conversations I had with the resort staff & locals.  I learned so much!  Accomplishment.

Regardless of any language barrier one may assume would inhibit the latinos and myself from engaging and conversing, these were, in fact, some of the most quality connections I’ve had with strangers in a long time.  I had an instant ball of joy fill me up the minute we were greeted with smiles &  “Hola Amigos!” 

Along with the generous espanol lessons, I also learned about specific families.  Mi amigo Martin was one of the hardest workers I’d ever seen.  While taking a few moments to speak to us Americanos, he never spoke of struggle, pain, or hard work as he simultaneously cemented brick by brick on the new Downtown boardwalk, in 100 degree humidity.  He instead, blessed his job; his hands and legs, his opportunity to provide for his family and his simple enjoyment of a joke or two with co-amigos.  Day in and day out, these intense construction conditions seemed to be endless, the norm, lifestyle … but the gratitude I saw outweighed everything.

On this trip, I found my boyfriend and I became aligned with other  gratuitous individuals.  Don’t get me wrong, we also did see a lot of pain, exhaustion, vacant stares and every excuse to complain or choose anger but I was more focused on those filling their lives with love regardless of the struggle or hardship.  On our vacation, Morgan and I welcomed what we needed to hear and see.  We are so grateful to have “vacation” exist in our own lives; we felt blessed just being there.  Whatever we became connected with in Mexico felt reflected by what we projected: Love, and somehow those circumstances were attracted to us. 

There is never a barrier amongst humanity no matter what language we speak when the universal language is LOVE.

Our little vacation, continued … .

One thought on “Universal Language of Love

  1. HEY CHANTAL,
    I MISS AND MORGAN VERY MUCH AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN THIS YEAR AT MEAGAN MOM AND DAD’S HOUSE IN JANUARY I DON’T KNOW WHEN THHOUGH I THINK IT’S AT THE END OF THIS MONTH I THINK CHAUNTAL I DON’T KNOW YOU WILL HAVE TO ASK MORGAN OK CHAUNTAL TAKE CARE FOR NOW GIRL. I DON’T HAVE A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT ANYMORE CHAUNTAL BECAUSE OF SAFETY REASONS GIRL MAYBE I CAN TRY AGAIN THIS YEAR WITH ANOTHER FACEBOOK ACCOUNT MAYBE?

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