Wanderlust by Elisabeth Eaves is a little bit like Eat, Pray, Love but with more sex and less meditation. Sounds good, right? The book documents Eaves passion for travel, which starts when she takes a school trip to Europe when she in high school. Her obsession with travel is sparked by a boy she meets on the plane, and throughout "Wanderlust" it is apparent that her desire to travel to new places and keep moving is inextricably linked to her relationship with men and sex, which is also defined by her desire to keep moving and seek out new experiences and partners. The book is a great combination of relationship confessional and travelogue. Eaves is undoubtedly a bit irresponsible in the way she treats some of the men in her life, but she owns up to that fact and candidly explores why she treats people the way she does. My favorite parts of Eat, Pray, Love were the travel parts, and to be honest I suffered through the soul searching. In Wanderlust, you have all the great explorations of far off lands, with some navel gazing, but I found the Eaves' navel gazing much more interesting and tolerable. The beautiful salad above has no direct link to the book, but I came upon the recipe when I was searching for something kinda sexy and exotic. The salad is a great anecdote to some of the heavier eating we are doing these days without giving up any pleasure. It was easy and so delicious and will definitely become part of my regular rotation.