Happy new month friends!
It’s December and I feel christmassey already! Stunning Christmas markets, gifts and good tidings in the air, time to show some love and create precious memories with family and loved ones…
I know I already have a post on a budget Christmas travel written in honor of the season, however, I’m in the mood to talk about something else today. So next week I’ll post the Christmas one. HaHa it’s cool being your own boss.
One question I keep getting from a lot of people is “how do you manage the dangers of traveling solo and loneliness while traveling?”. But the truth is when on an adventure there are hardly lonely moments. I don’t travel to sit in my hotel room to be on social media all day, but to discover new places, cultures, meet new people, learn and explore. And while at that I always have an open mind as I never know where love can find me. 😊😁.
Today I’ll be sharing a very intriguing story of finding love while traveling…I mean this happens every day right? I even know people that met their better half’s while traveling. But in my case there will always be something crazy or complicated 😂
I was just getting out of a broken relationship, still hurting, struggling to find myself in those trying times and put the pieces of my life back together, I decided a vacation was needed to help me heal…So I thought where next? Since Barcelona had the cheapest tickets and has always been my number one destination when in doubts of where to chill, I decided to go to Barcelona for the 3rd time. But this time little did I know it was going to be a different experience!
Got on the easyJet flight, with so much fatigue as I had not been sleeping during those difficult moments. Once we took off, i don’t know how but I dozed off, you know how you get the middle seat on the flight so you are not so sure of how to sleep since you can’t lean your head anywhere. So as I was dozing off my head kept falling on the shoulder of the gentle man next to me.
He couldn’t speak English so all he did was tap me and make a gesture for me to stop leaning on him. After about 4 or 5 attempts he finally gave up and just gave me his shoulder to catch a good sleep. He probably understood that this girl was not ready to wake up soon lol…
I arrived at my destination, thanked the gentleman for his shoulder and set off to commence my holidays.
Coincidence or Fate??
My Airbnb host gave me a list of trendy places to hang out so I left for dinner in the evening. My plan was eat take a long walk and return.
….”Borca Grande” was the location, I was seated alone waiting on my order while a group of friends seating in the opposite direction were celebrating a friend’s birthday.
At about 09:23pm (yes I do remember), a gentle man leans behind with a very strong Spanish accent, struggling to put his statement in English together as he asked “Do you finally sleep well after flight today”? Oooh wait a minute Google translate is free braah 🤣😂! Well I was so embarrassed I was meeting the shoulder guy again. I thought that shameful experience was my little secret but NO! the world is smaller than you imagine lol.
Anyway his name was “Roberto”...since I wasn’t sleepy this time I noticed how charming and cool he was. I joined his table of friends and we started up a conversation using Google translate…Roberto offered to clear up his schedule and told me he wanted to show me Barcelona different from what I knew.
We agreed to meet up front of the same restaurant the next day and that’s where it all began… This stranger I didn’t know had sensed that I was hurting and had made plans to help me relief all the stress and baggage i was carrying. I was blown away and very impressed by the sheer thoughtfulness of this charming stranger.
His subtle smile, blue innocent eyes and genuine kindness was surreal. The connection was natural, and the feeling was mutual. I mean this guy didn’t even understand English, we spent half the time together just staring at each other smiling, but those silent moments felt very reassuring like a million words were been spoken. My glow was different guys, all i looked forward to each day was meeting up with my stranger…
On the other hand I was still trying to be careful as I knew I wasn’t ready to be emotionally attached again! I had learnt the hard way so I wasn’t going to fall for this “telemundo tricks” 😁
He made so much effort to ensure I was happy and believe me after such a lovely holiday, Roberto had succeeded in proving to me that God truly does send us angels when we need them.
But the African in me kept telling me “Girl stay woke, all men are the same don’t believe this stunts, just go back to your reality and cut him off”. Well my African ancestors won the battle because every time Roberto asked for my personal contact I told him we could just meet in front of the same bar every day and he didn’t need my number. In my big head this was my own stupid strategy of not getting too attached and I convinced myself it was just a vacation to clear my head not find love with linguistic barriers
As we all know every good thing must come to an end right? So it was time to leave Barcelona, at the airport one more time, truly looking like a scene from a soap opera handsome Roberto asked me to leave my number so we stay in touch, and I told him If the universe wants us to be together one day we will meet again so my number wasn’t important…(what a regretful decision! trust me this was my village people speaking and not me because I felt nothing but regret the entire flight back). My dear friends, let’s just say the universe didn’t agree with us and so never brought us back together again ooohh! Sincerely, I think I was watching too many movies to have thought after the first coincidence a second one will occur.
Truthfully, every time I have visited Barcelona I have wished luck would send Roberto my way just one more time, I have even returned to Borca Grande bar hoping he was missing me badly and would decide to revisit the place we always met (if wishes were horses…)
It’s been 17 months and 4 days today (who’s counting!) , and maybe Roberto already moved on or is even married who knows? but Roberto if you are reading this, I am now ready to give you my number not necessarily to start a love story, but to appreciate men like you that take the time to genuinely and effortlessly love, inspire and support broken women like myself especially at our lowest points when we even have concluded that men are scum. You are a true example of what selfless love looks like.
To conclude, the struggle of finding true love is real especially in the diaspora, that fallacy of kissing the frog and he changes into a Prince is only in story books…since my short meeting with Roberto I have kissed several tadpoles that even refused to transform into frogs… not to talk of Princes 🤣. But off course I am very positive and still believe that somewhere out there true love does exist and “might” find me effortlessly someday. But also if it doesn’t I’ll cherish priceless moments like this for my history books…until then I will continue to travel, live my best life and explore the beautiful world.
*P/S I’m tempted to put up a picture of Roberto and I, maybe that will make it easier to find him 🤔
Tips and moral of my story is;
-As a solo traveler you should be ready to have a life of adventures, both planned and unplanned
-If you meet a Roberto don’t allow your village people to be in charge…haha! seize the moment as love isn’t a game of chess
-Barcelona is one of the cheapest cities to visit and I promise you can never get tired of going there. Contact me for info on a budget trip to Barca if you need more info.
-True love will eventually find you at the right time. No pressure!