Oftentimes, some friends would ask me if I ever get the
chance to genuinely meet someone whom eventually I’d end up liking towards the
course of my trip. When we travel, once we set our feet to a foreign
destination, I’d like to believe that we become vulnerable human species. The
long journey away from home, the unfamiliarity of a place contributes to this phenomenon
called love in the time of travel.
I was in my twenties when I started traveling. Inspired
by tons of travel blogs I’ve read, I’ve already picked up my first foreign destination
hoping to fire up a pseudo-romance with a foreign guy I’ve met in Manila. He
works in China as an engineer and when we met, I instantly liked him because he
was classy, smart, gentleman and speaks in a very sexy accent which reminds me
of Antonio Banderas.
