After two weeks a little absent from this blog, I needed to get all my shit thoughts together. I have been planning for a while how to properly move soon abroad and it seems like I am not willing to get it in the amount of time I gave myself. I am becoming a little anxious. The Italian embassy either in San Juan or in Miami have been of any help and, very deep inside I will really love to study and work in Italy this year. I sent an application to an University in Spain, I am still waiting for a reply. I hope is positive.

Just when I am in this process, and I am also filled with online and offline work, suddenly emotions start to arise. You start to feel that all your focus and motivation start to lose its way. This blog and my volleyball blog have been the objects of my affections for a few months, but then drama decides to come my way. Definitely my ability to write for this blog have been a little off but, today I decided to take my own drama and turn it into an amazing travel topic.

I started to think how close Travel and Love have been in my life and I will tell you the most sincere answer: They have always walked hand to hand. Since I first decided to Travel Solo I’ve been falling in love while I am traveling. Sometimes it have been both sided, some other times only one sided. Definitely, when you are traveling you become a little more vulnerable to fall in love because, you are getting to know yourself better and that put you in a position where you can actually see the flaws and the virtues of other. Where I have met the most amazing people (and the worst sometimes) have been while traveling.

The first time I truly fell in love with someone I met in the road was two years ago. It was the first time I was visiting Baku, that city I was dying to visit so long ago. We found each other on Couchsurfing and began to talk a week before. He was as interested in literature as me, that was something amazing to share. Those were my last days working at a Bookstore and I bought an Alice Munro book to give to him.

When I finally arrived to Baku, I saw him the next day. We met right in front of the Heydar Aliyev Center. When I saw him walking from afar, I totally knew it was him, the same guy I’ve been speaking for the last week. He was so sweet, loving and I could not get bored by his side. It was like if I knew him since forever or that day was destined to happen. He became a fundamental part of what that amazing city that is Baku means to me. He was really important when the moment of going back to the city became something to decide.

In the Heydar Aaliyev Center, picture taken by him

Its been more than a year since the last time I kissed him goodbye and left from Baku. I hope I don’t have to wait another year to finally get to hold his hand, as we used to walk around the streets of Baku. Its been more than a year and we never skip at least a week without speaking to each other. Long distance relationships are somehow a cliché, what does exists is long distance chemistry, and that cannot be killed. I guess that is the reason I cry every time I depart from Baku. I always feel my heart belong there and that I should not leave the way I always do.

I am here waiting for July and hoping for a miracle. Hoping that travel make us reunite again in another city because our chemistry is requesting us to be back together. I am waiting anxiously for that moment.

Istanbul, here we go.