I met Johan* on one of my last nights in Paris. Tanned and muscular, I spotted him across a half-empty bar, sitting with a couple of his mates. My friend and I conveniently found empty seats next to them, and soon we were all chatting, a group of tourists in this foreign land. Johan was not only handsome, he was funny in a charmingly blunt way, throwing in a few Swedish words here and there to mess me up or to see my reaction. At the end of the evening, he asked me for my number.
After a series of very flirtatious texts over the next two days, we finally arranged to meet for dinner. I was returning to London the next morning, but he insisted on meeting up before I left. We spent some of my final hours in Paris eating escargot and steak tartar in a little bistro in the Latin Quarter, drinking far too much cheap wine out of glass jugs. Because it was a warm evening, we decided to go for a walk along the Seine; we walked hand in hand all the way to the Eiffel Tower, watched it glitter in the black sky. I swear to God that when we first kissed, I heard accordion music, as if a Parisian soundtrack was cued up and ready to play at any romantic occurrence.
“I’d like to come see you in London,” Johan nuzzled his face into my neck, his stubble brushing against my cheek.
“Really?” I laughed as coyly as I could. “Maybe. That might be nice.”
And inside, I was thinking: holy shit, can you imagine if I landed this hot Swedish dude as my boyfriend and we met in FUCKING PARIS?! And our first kiss was beside the EIFFEL TOWER, like something out of a made-for-TV movie?! DON’T SCREW THIS UP, BRENNA. I mean… c’mon. I was mentally high-fiving myself while simultaneously planning my new summer home in Sweden.
The next day I was beaming from ear to ear as Johan and I texted the entire time I was on the Eurostar back to London. And by the time the train had pulled into St. Pancras, Johan had booked a flight from Gothenburg to London in two weeks time. I was literally buzzing.
The next two weeks dragged; I simply couldn’t wait to see “the hot Swede”, as my friends and I had dubbed him. I bragged about him at the pub, I told all the juicy details to my coworkers, and I allowed myself to daydream about all of the fun things we’d do in London. Johan and I continued to text every day, and I got a rush of adrenaline every time I saw a message from him come through.
Finally, the day arrived. I was a bundle of nerves as I took the train to Heathrow Airport, constantly checking my phone and applying layer after layer of powder (this is why I never give myself too much time to get ready for a date; I’ll just nervously apply layers upon layers of makeup until my eyelashes are glued together and I have so much foundation on that I need a chisel to remove it). As crowds began to emerge from the baggage claim doors, my heart beat faster and faster still.
And then: I saw him. I was almost worried that I wouldn’t recognise him; we had only met a few times, after all, and had only exchanged texts since then. He walked toward me somewhat slowly; we had an awkward hug, but at least my nerves subsided a little bit.
“It’s good to see you,” we smiled at each other, still unsure what to do and say. We chatted about his flight, and about the train to London, all small talk to fill the air between us as we walked toward the Heathrow Express.
I can’t tell you the exact moment I realised I had made a huge mistake. Was it his orange track jacket and intentionally ripped jeans? No, I’m not that superficial, am I? (Don’t answer that) Was it the way he barged onto the train before me and a woman with a pram? Hmm, getting warmer. Was it when he told me he DIDN’T LIKE CHEESE OR… wait for it… DOGS?! Um, yes, we’re getting hotter still. Or perhaps it was this:
When I told him what I had told my friends – that I met a handsome stranger in Paris, and he had swept me off my feet – they all thought it was incredibly romantic that we were meeting for our second date in London. Some thought it was a bit crazy, but everyone said something cute or funny or encouraging.
“What did your friends say?” I asked him, smiling, obviously hoping for a similar answer.
“They said, ‘Good job, you’re going to get pussy’,” he responded, unflinching. I thought I had misheard him. Surely nobody in their right mind would admit that to someone they barely knew, even if it was true… English as a second language be damned. Right?!
Awkward as all hell, I laughed. “Um… really? That’s what they said? Were they joking??”
And in my mind I thought, Please be joking, please be joking, this might be an OK joke if he’s like, “No, of course they wouldn’t say that, we’re not Neanderthals,” or, “Gotcha! No, I’m not an asshole,” or “Ew, gross, no, who says pussy?” oh sweet Jesus, please be joking.
“No, they weren’t joking,” he reiterated, looking at me with nary a wisp of sarcasm.
So I take it back. Remember when I said I couldn’t tell you the exact moment I had made a huge mistake? I LIED. IT WAS RIGHT THEN – less than half an hour after greeting him. It was going to be a long 48 hours, I thought, as I stared straight ahead, my holiday goggles firmly ripped off.
I wish I could tell you that Johan was an anomaly – that these kinds of occurrences are few and far between. But I don’t hide the fact that I’ve enjoyed having travel romances over the past 12 years of solo travel; I often find it much easier to meet men when I’m travelling than it is when I’m settled at home. And while a lot of the travel romances I have stay exactly that – travel romances – a few have followed me home. But you know what they almost all have in common? Those damn holiday goggles.
Bear with me. You know the phrase beer goggles? Apparently, with each beer you drink, the person in front of you becomes more and more attractive. I’ll be the first to admit that this has happened to me once or twice (*cough* a dozen times *cough*) – emboldened by a few drinks, I’ll flirt with someone, agree to go out with someone, or even make out with someone I may not have been attracted to without the help of alcohol. Inevitably, the next morning, reviewing the conversation in my head, I’ll wonder what on earth I was thinking.
In those 12 years of travelling to nearly 100 countries, I’ve obviously met quite a few people I probably would have never met had I stayed in Winnipeg my entire life. While I feel incredibly grateful for all of my travel experiences, at the top of the list of my reasons for gratitude are the people I’ve met and the friends I’ve made. I have also met a handful (I can fit a lot in my hand, OK?) of people who have become romantic partners, some even turning into serious or semi-serious partners.
Through all those backpacking adventures, there were dozens of flirtations and brief encounters (though most of them have been firmly PG-13… hostels are great for meeting people but not for actually having any alone time). I’ve kissed a Serbian in Myanmar, a Welshman in Poland, a Kiwi in Honduras, an Irishman in Colombia, a Dane in Tanzania, an Argentinian in Norway, and a Norwegian in Argentina. I’ve gone on dates with a good chunk of representatives of the Commonwealth. Although I’ve dated Canadians, I’ve actually never had a Canadian boyfriend.
There was the American I met in Denmark; we made long distance work for nearly eight months. He was the first guy I was ever crazy head-over-heels for, and we would write these insanely long emails to each other every day. I wrote this story about him – one of my favourites on this blog – and the first half of this post, too.
There was the Aussie I met in Vietnam; we only knew each other for two days, and then, over daily Facebook chats, we arranged to meet up again in Sri Lanka. He later moved to Japan to be with me. We lasted over a year – I wrote this story about him, and it remains one of my favourite posts on this blog.
There was the other American I met in Thailand; although he was interested in my friend at first, a month later I found myself sitting beside him on a bus to Cambodia, and from then on we were inseparable. He even came to my dad’s wedding. We were together for eight months or so, and I wrote this story about him.
But there were lots of misses, too.
There was the Turkish man I met on Koh Lanta, Thailand, the first travel romance I had on my grand backpacking adventure of Southeast Asia. He wooed me for a full week, and then told me he had a fiancé back home. Four years later, back on Koh Lanta, I met an Englishman. He wooed me, too, even keeping up the charade for a couple of months when we were both back in the UK. After coming to visit me in London, he too confessed to having someone else in his life. Needless to say, I’m avoiding all travel romances on Koh Lanta from here on out.
In Cape Town, I made out with a hot cricket player that is apparently super famous in South Africa. All night people were coming up to us (let’s be honest, they were coming up to him) and buying us (him) drinks. I googled him the next day and found out he’s MARRIED. Married… WITH CHILDREN. I felt awful after that one, even though I couldn’t have known the night before.
A couple of years ago, there was an Italian. You didn’t think I kept going back to Italy just for the pasta, did you? OK, fair enough, the pasta actually is that good. He ended up ghosting me after months of daily conversations and international rendezvous. I was over the relationship at that point anyway, but I still expected a civilised goodbye.
And then, of course, there was Johan and his vomit-inducing remarks.
And while some of those travel romances – the American, the Aussie, the other American – turned into long-term things, the majority of the people I’ve met while travelling turn into nothing but a fun memory (or a good blog post, hah).
Let’s face it: many travel romances are doomed to fail. I’m not even talking about the fact that you may come from different cities or even countries, meaning it’s much more difficult to continue the relationship when you get home. When you travel, your senses are heightened; you’re open to new things, eager to experience it all, and everything and everyone seems exciting. Everything sparkles, everything feels shiny and new. You’re not just picking up girls or guys at your local bar, you’re chatting to strangers with accents on beaches and mountaintops and in cities you’re not quite sure you’re pronouncing properly. It all feels so terribly intoxicating, an unfamiliar rush of emotions and hormones. For example, as much as I’d love to say that a Canadian accent does it for me every time, the fact is, if you take an OK-looking guy with a dull personality but give him a Scottish accent, I’ll probably propose marriage within the first five minutes.
In my experience, all of these intensified emotions mean you’re not necessarily analysing your new potential partner with the same eyes. Would I still have been attracted to all of these men if we met at the grocery store down the road? I doubt it. With my holiday goggles removed, I understand that, for example, I was attracted to the Italian because he spoke Italian and lived in Italy. It sounds so horribly trite, but it’s true; we had almost nothing to talk about, and I found his opinions quite boorish and antiquated. Once the charm of the accent wore off, I was left feeling bored and angry with him. That dull Scottish guy I mentioned above? Maybe I’d propose immediately, but I’d probably ask for a divorce a week later once the pheromones wore off.
Combine those feelings of intense lust and longing with the time limit of a looming plane ticket home? Turns me into putty, every single time.
Now don’t get me wrong – I’m not saying that holiday romances NEVER last, nor am I discouraging anyone from having them. I just know from *ahem* a bit of experience that there are plenty of other factors at play, ones that add up to an equation that means not all travel romances are destined for the long haul. While long distance relationships are certainly difficult – I’ve been in four – they are also doable if both parties are equally invested, and I know plenty of couples who have made it work despite the miles.
But hey – if a travel fling is all that you’re after, and your partner is up for the same thing, go forth and do your thing (safely, of course). I’ve worn my holiday goggles many times with pride, and have no regrets about any of the flirtations or the make outs (save the dudes with partners back home, that just ain’t cool). I also have to admit that some of the people I met travelling made for amazing holiday flings, but once we met up at home – without the palm trees and the suntans and the laid-back holiday attitudes – I felt that the magic was missing, and I’m sure they felt the same way. (I wrote a story all about that phenomenon that you can read here.)
And if things DON’T work out between you and your holiday romance, that’s OK, too. There were some guys I knew for certain would just be a fun flirtation, but there were others – the American, the Aussie, and the other American – that I truly wanted in my life. I was incredibly sad when those relationships didn’t work out, but now, looking back at them, I appreciate what they taught me. In fact, all travel romances, no matter their length, have shown me a lot: they gave me amazing memories of places – how many people can say they’ve made out in front of the Eiffel Tower?! – and they also gave me an appreciation for other cultures and ways of looking at life.
Oh yeah, and the reason those long-term travel romances didn’t work out? They weren’t necessarily because they began as a holiday fling. In the end, regardless of how we met, those relationships just weren’t meant to be.
Are all travel romances meant to last? No, but neither are many of the relationships had at home. I would wager that travel romances have the same success rate – if we’re defining success as happily staying together – as a relationship that doesn’t start on holiday. That magic that sometimes wears off when you meet up with a travel romance at home? Hell, that happens with people I go on dates with at home all the time. It’s called being human and not settling until you find the right person for you.
Regardless of what you’re after when you travel, enjoy meeting new people and, if you’re into it, seeing where it goes. Who knows? You might find your soul mate. You might also find a Swedish guy named Johan who you instantly regret inviting to London, but you’ll never know unless you give it a try.
I never regret the experiences I’ve had, because each one teaches me a little bit more about myself and a little more about what I’m looking for in a partner (or not looking for in a partner). Don’t be afraid of holiday goggles. Sometimes you see the situation for what it is – Johan – and sometimes, just sometimes, you remove them, and it turns out it didn’t matter that you met in Denmark or Vietnam or Paris. Sometimes you realise that you could have met in that grocery store down the road and felt the same way. That the world brought the two of you together, no matter the circumstances, and it’s the most amazing thing.
And c’mon, it sounds a hell of a lot cooler to say you met in Zanzibar than saying you met on Tinder.
It was a very, very long weekend with Johan. I wish I could say that things got better, that over the next 48 hours I realised he was the perfect man for me, someone with whom I had amazing chemistry, but no. Those holiday goggles had been working overtime in Paris. I conveniently got the flu mere hours into his visit…….. *cough*. Things went into steep decline from there, culminating with him missing his train to the airport and me actually pushing him into a taxi so that he wouldn’t miss his flight and stay even a moment longer. I actually hid behind a newspaper stand so that he wouldn’t be able to wave goodbye to me from the car window, because I’m really mature and classy like that.
But do I regret that travel romance with Johan? Not at all. I got to have a fun date in Paris, got to have a blissful few weeks of anticipation and infatuation, and, yep, got a blog post out of it.
The bottom line: travelling is about meeting new people. If one of them turns out to be a romantic partner, that’s incredible. If not… you’ll always have Paris.
What do you think of travel romances? Have you ever had a holiday fling? Did it turn into something more? For all of my holiday romance stories, make sure to check out The Last Time I Saw You series. For everything I’ve written about dating and relationships, click here.
*You guessed it: all names and identifying traits have been changed, though the stories are true.
My now husband was initially a travel fling. We’re both from Melbourne, Australia & actually have some mutual friends but met in Central America. We travelled together for a month before going our own ways (it was a group trip so fairly planned).
We then caught up when I got home to Melbourne and I guess the rest is history. I think our relationship progressed fairly quickly In part because our first month was with each other nearly full time and without strings and because of that, without games and second guessing.
I sometimes refer to him as my favourite travel souvenir
That is so amazing! I love this. I’m sure you’ll agree that the fact you’re both from Melbourne helped a lot… I sometimes wonder if I had lived in the same city (or even country… or even sometimes continent) as those I met, if we would have had something more. You’re totally right about spending all of that time together; I’ve also felt that relationships have progressed a lot faster when travelling.
And YES to your favourite travel souvenir… so cute! Thanks for your comment, Sue 😀
Another great and insightful post, Brenna! I’ve never had a travel romance personally but I do sometimes feel like I get holiday goggles with new friends made on the road. On my first trip abroad, I got to know this Dutch girl who was beautiful and so effortlessly cool. Like, I just wanted to ~be~ her. But then we traveled together and she turned out to be super high maintenance and judgey the more I got to know her. Illusions shattered.
Totally! I didn’t even think of that, but you’re absolutely right. Illusions have definitely been shattered on the road, that’s for sure! Thanks for your comment, Savannah 😀
I love this so much. This has happened to me multiple times. They’ve always ended up being really good stories, but never really good connections. Then one time it finally stuck – I’ve been with my boyfriend a year and a half and we met traveling in Budapest last summer!
Also – check out the Seinfeld episode “The Busboy”. Elaine has some long distance dude staying with her for a while and she can’t wait for him to leave – but then he oversleeps and she tries everything she can to get him out the door to make it to his flight on time!
That is so awesome! I love hearing success stories like that. And YES the busboy episode! I haven’t watched that in ages… I think it’s time for another viewing. 🙂 Thanks for reminding me…
Love this post. I should probably watch the Busboy episode again considering I’m still on a high from a recent travel romance, eerily similar to the one I had in Greece nine years ago — both antique shop owners in walking distance from my hostel/Airbnb! Thanks for sharing your story … and reminding me to let go haha. There’s something so sweet about ending a romance like a fairytale.
But what if you could say you met them on Zanzibari Tinder?? Haha so many adventures to be had!! xx
Ha ha… best of both worlds! xx
Love this post, Brenna! I’ve definitely worn the holiday goggles a few too many times, ha. And I feel like term “accent goggles” should also be coined, because I feel you on the whole will-propose-to-a-dull-guy-if-he-has-a-Scottish-accent sentiment!
Oh god, totally! There are some accents that just make me fall to pieces. Glad you enjoyed it, Ashley! 🙂
Great post Brenna!
You already know that my Canadian husband Reid and I met in Thailand. With me being from the UK most of my friends and family thought I was crazy when I came to stay with him for two months in Canada, but I totally agree that so what if it didn’t work out? What did I have to lose? And here we are, 10 years, a wedding, a family home and two kids later!
Yay I love your travel story!! It was so cool to hang out with you and Reid in Cambodia, and so amazing to see how you’ve built a beautiful family together. Thank you so much for commenting, Sheridan! xx
I love this (also, I’m catching up on reading–congrats on Dottie!!) I haven’t had a travel romance because I feel like I’m usually either hung up on someone back home or recently sworn off men for good (lol) on the one- or two- week long solo trips I’ve taken. I’ve totally had mini-crushes on day tours and stuff though where there’s a hot guy who then says something, usually toward the end of the day, where I can literally hear the record jump sound effect as the whole illusion of charming is shattered. Like, suddenly a partner back home is mentioned, or they make a “joke” that’s offensive, or start to lecture everyone on their spiritual or dietary choices…I was really worried how you were going to get rid of Johan and am glad you hid from him at the end, lmao. 🙂
Oh GOD… I have totally been there! The worst are the ones that lead you on for a while and then eventually drop the “I have a girlfriend” line hours or days later… although I wish that the guys I mentioned in the “miss” section had told me that before I got invested, ugh. I was on a date recently that I thought was going OK, and then he said, “Yeah, that’s just so retarded,” and I knew, without a doubt, I could never, ever kiss this person. Illusions shattered indeed. Your record scratch comment made me laugh!
And trust me… longest weekend of my life. Hah.
p.s. Dottie says hi!
I love traveling with my boyfriend. We always have the best time.
“actually hid behind a newspaper stand so that he wouldn’t be able to wave goodbye to me from the car window, because I’m really mature and classy like that”
This was my favorite line – excellent read for a dreary day at work!
Ha ha… so glad that you enjoyed it! Thanks for taking the time to comment 😀
Hi Brenna ? I met my boyfriend in Koh Phi Phi, after spending 3 months in Koh Lanta. We spent a few months travelling in South East Asia, then I moved to London to be closer to him (I’m italian, he’s from the north of England), then he moved there to. In the past 4 years we have traveled again, spent a year in Australia, and then moved back to the Uk and bought a house. The truth is that we realised straight away when we came back from our first trip that things are not as easy in real life as they are when travelling, but we just made it work, and I am amazed every day by how lucky we have been to meet each others. Anyway, I’ll stop bragging about my relationship now ? I can’t believe all the crazy things you have been through, at least they made for a good story and blog post! Plus you get to share them with all of us, and we can all laugh at some of those guys (hopefully they’ll be reading your blog too ?)
Ha ha brag away! I love hearing about people’s successful travel romances. 😀 I definitely agree that it’s always different when you settle somewhere as opposed to travelling, but that’s so awesome that you made it work! Oh, and I also think some of my exes read this blog 😉 Thanks for your comment, Federica!
Definitely guilty of having holiday goggles! Though I met two amazing guys from it that changed my life, literally! The first guy I met in Indonesia at a friends wedding. He lived in London… And that relationship gave me the push I needed to make the move to London happen… Lovely as that guy was, he was so not for me but hey…! Then post break up with the love of my life that I met in Lisbon, also at a wedding, I met a guy in Istanbul, and yes, it was also at a wedding(!!!), that lived in Singapore. I ran away from London to Singapore because the break up with Lisbon man broke me… I now try to avoid meeting guys at destination weddings. 😉
Ha ha oh man… yes, perhaps stay away from destination weddings for a while… although they do always say the third time’s a charm! 😉 Thanks for sharing your stories here, Julie!
This post is so relateable, Brenna! I’ve had quite a few travel romances as well, but the worst holiday goggles story started in Koh Lanta too (what is with that island?!). I met a dashingly handsome and charming Frenchman, who I ended up spending an intensely romantic week with around Thailand (like I’m talking sunrise scooter rides and stolen kisses under swaying palm trees). We ended up talking almost every day for 4 months after he left, he was head over heels into it, and he bought a ticket to come visit me in Greece (my new home base at the time). Pretty much the night after he arrived I knew that it had been a huge mistake that I invited him. He acted bored for most of the 9 days he was there, made underhand racist remarks (more than once!!), and alluded to the fact that he had slept with someone else at a wedding the night before he came to see me… on our second night together, at dinner. *facepalm*. He got a blog post written about him too. 🙂
Goddamn those sunrise scooter rides and palm tree kisses!! They scramble my brain every time! Hah. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that – he sounds awful – but it sounds like you’ve turned it around, and… more importantly… turned it into a blog post, ha ha! Would love to catch up with you again one day and share all of our war stories… 🙂
Oh I love this blog post! One of my favourites you’ve written and so relateable!
I’ve been guilty of following a Kiwi to Istanbul, falling in love with a Canadian (from Winnipeg maybe you know him!) and being dumped on a park bench 2 weeks later in Pokhara, Nepal. I did have a 2 year relationship with a guy from Switzerland I met in California. But mostly, 2 months later i’m like WHAT WAS I THINKING. The travel goggles are a real thing!
I’ve probably dated him, ha ha! And yes, I have definitely had those “what was I thinking” moments, but I do try to spin it so that they become funny stories (and life lessons). Thanks for your comment, Jennifer!
I love your romance posts! I married my husband in March this year, we met In Nicaragua while I was backpacking solo around Central America. He’s Argentinian and I’m an Aussie. We had a long distance relationship for 2 years (like literally between Aus and Argentina) before I moved there for a year last oct and got married in March. It was such a long shot that it would ever work out, but it totally did! Anyhoos, love your blog and have been reading it for years xx
Wow, that is such an amazing story! When I hear stories like yours it makes me so happy… it’s so awesome that you found each other and then put in the work to stay together despite the huge distance (that couldn’t have been easy!). Thank you so much for sharing… and for reading my blog! I really appreciate your support, Elesha 😀
Traveling with your partner is the best thing ever. You create so many amazing memories.
Travelling solo is pretty great, too! 😉
Love reading your honest and detailed travel romance stories! Mine started back in 2012, on the dance floor of the Angkor What bar in Siem Reap with a handsome Brit. I was backpacking solo around SE Asia, plus I’m Canadian, so I figured it would just be a fling. However, we kept in touch and eventually met up in Australia about 6 months later, where we did our working holiday visas together. Moved to London from there (not too far from where you lived!) and now back in my home soil in BC. We’re getting married in the summer 🙂 Like the commenter above me, I’ve also been reading your blog for years! Thanks and keep it up xx
Aw, that’s a great love story! Thank you for sharing, Alex. And thank you so much for your continued support of the blog, I really appreciate it! 🙂
This post made me smile! I’m from Australia and my boyfriend is from London, we actually met in Mexico beginning of last year. I went over there to meet him 4 months after meeting and speaking every single day since we met and then he came to Australia and now were in the process of planning our next adventure together to meet somewhere in America 🙂 Long distance is hard but were both excited for when that big move happens and we can start the next chapter of our little romance story together.
Aw, that’s a great story! Best of luck with your new chapter together 🙂
I actually had a similar experience of holiday goggles…but for a friendship. I met this incredible Danish girl in Spain at a hostel and we stayed up the entire night talking until she left for her flight the next morning. We kept in touch over multiple years, and finally when she flew out to the States we were able to meet up again for an afternoon. However, from the second we met up all she did was complain about the States, complain about food, and even complain about various ethnic groups seeking asylum in her home country. Needless to say, we haven’t kept in touch since then.
Brenda GIRL!!! This blog SPOKE to me. I’ve had some fab travel romances but one last year that was totally crap. We met in Barcelona and hit it off, so four months later, we met for a weekend in Cologne. My bestie was living there at the time so I thought I’d kill 2 birds with one stone and see her too and he lived in a nearby German city so it was also convenient for him. As soon as I walked in the room and saw him I knew something was off. That Barcelona party ‘sparkle’ had worn off. My gut was right, the entire weekend was a disaster, he was a jerk and I returned home fuming. Reading your post felt like therapy. I was so angry, but looking back now, I learnt a lot and shouldn’t have regrets. Thank you for ironing out my messy thoughts and writing this beautiful blog post.
Just came across your blog when I’m searching for ways to move on from a travel fling! ?
Met this French guy when I was in Myanmar. French be damned because they really know how to make a woman fall in love. And I did. But it was just a vacation romance for him. He moved on to India while I’m still recuperating in Laos. I’m on the verge of booking a flight to India to see how far the rabbit hole goes. But trying to control myself.
Anyway, love this post!!
I literally just typed into google ‘how to let go go of an insanely intense holiday romance when you know it won’t translate into real life’! Quite the mouthful for a google search but by chance it landed me at your blog and put the biggest smile on my face! I’m also a solo traveller and in the midst of trying to let go of a holiday romance. And damn it’s hard when you don’t have your girlfriends around to pull you out of it! Thanks for bringing a smile to my face when I’m feeling vulnerable ?
Ha ha that is the most amazing google search ever! And I’m so happy it led you to my blog. Trust me, I’ve been there (a few times, cough). I really try to focus on the fact that it was an incredible time, and that I’m so happy it happened… that I’ll always have that memory, and sometimes I’d rather have a brief but happy memory than try to extend it past its due date. And I also focus on the fact that there will be others 😉 Wishing you lots of good vibes and hope you continue to have fun on your solo adventure!