Booking a flight to another country and immersing yourself in the local culture can give you some serious 😍 eyes. New sights, new sounds, perhaps even new phrases or a new language can all heighten the senses and stir up the heart strings. From a coming-of-age story of love and self acceptance, to realizing that sometimes falling in love abroad is dreamier than moving together abroad, these two women share stories of falling in love in Latin America and with Latinos traveling abroad.
A family friend sparks an incredible romance that helped her move on to her next chapter.
Eleven years ago I was 21 years old and slowly approaching what I have jokingly referred to as my “quarter life crisis”. Since I had not attended college, I found myself dissatisfied with my fallen-into career. I also had now outgrown my only relationship, which stemmed from high school. Feeling lost, I was anxiously trying to find my way. It was during a family trip to Mexico upon arrival at a party, that I saw my father’s closest friend, Jorge and his son Eduardo. It had been years since I last saw them. When I was younger I enjoyed visiting Mexico and spending time with Eduardo’s family. Admittedly, I had a small crush. However since he was 5 years older, that’s all it was. He was very attractive and athletic, having excelled competitively in the tennis community. Although we were now both in our 20s, as we talked and caught up I realized that some things really hadn’t changed. Eduardo always reminded me of a young Enrique Iglesias, whose mocha colored skin and bright smile presented a stunning contrast. This combo somehow still made me blush. We exchanged information, and maintained contact once I returned home. Eventually a romance ensued, but more importantly a friendship. We were both excited when he received a job offer in Tijuana, as that meant a two-hour drive versus a two-hour flight. This gave me the opportunity to show him around my hometown of Los Angeles, where we created some great memories. Eventually the romance slowly fizzled down mainly due to our different paths. However, we remain close friends. I hadn’t realized how much my self-esteem was being impacted by my circumstances. In a time where I was beginning to experience self-doubt in my abilities, he provided me with excitement and confidence that sparked the fuse which propelled me into my next chapter.”
—Submitted by *Alexzia
A college fling in Cuba fizzled out while moving to Spain.
Doesn’t everybody? 😉 Fell in love with a Cuban during graduate studies in anthropology in Havana. He had a job offer in Spain. I figured I’d finish my thesis and go teach English in Argentina. His sister suggested I do that in Spain instead, seeing how when you date a Cuban, you kinda date the whole family and they were all headed to Spain eventually. The breakup started right after he got to Madrid, but by then I was getting little job leads and a chance to study journalism there – in Spanish. I went anyway. We ended before my arrival, tried to muster a friendship but it was weird – and also hard, both of us rather alone as immigrants in a foreign country. I would learn through other Cuban connections that lots and lots of relationships don’t survive such migrations, even Cubans with Cubans because the change is so radical. I graduated from El País School of Journalism about a year and a half later. He married and had a baby almost immediately. —Submitted by Julienne