About Falling in love on the road
We were sitting in a beach bar and had just been introduced to each other by a mutual friend I’d met this morning. “Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me” was the only thing that was racing through my mind. He was cute. Too cute. I’d be here just 3 more days so it was not the time to catch feelings for someone. “Hey, where are you from?”. Too late.
Falling in love while you’re traveling always sounds like a scene from a movie: “falling in love with a stranger”, “we knew we’d never see each other again”, “we’re worlds apart”, but mostly it’s like something that hits when you never expected it. It’s romantic and tragic a the same time.
Since I left my hometown, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in love with someone about who I knew I’d be spending the next year in the same country or even on the same continent. I’ll leave the psychological analysis about why this happens to someone else – but in general it’s a consequence of my lifestyle. I met someone and went on an Erasmus Exchange. Then I met someone else, while I had just applied for my internship in Ecuador. Then I fell in love with someone who lives literally on the other side of the world. And don’t even get me started about the time after that.
“So you also like dancing?” I turned around and the most handsome man was looking at me. “yes, a lot”. He smiled. He knew I would only be staying for 1 more week, but it didn’t matter.
It’s hard, but it’s the thing they make movies about. If you want easy, it’s probably not the best thing. Then again, if you want easy, you also shouldn’t travel to the other side of the world by yourself.
Falling in love on the road forces you to handle loss & leaving. It also makes you believe in magic.
