Today I’ll be sharing a personal but intriguing short love story while traveling…I mean this happens every day right? Well sit and grab some popcorn lol.

I was just getting through the loss of the love of my life, still hurting, struggling to find myself and putting the pieces of my life back together, I decided a short vacation was needed to help me heal…As for all, travel is my therapy so why not. And I thought where next? Since Barcelona had the cheapest tickets and had always been my number one destination for city breaks, I decided to go to Barcelona again. 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 much during those difficult moments. Once we took off,  listening to some sleep sounds, I dozed off even without knowing. 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. While asleep my head kept falling on the shoulder of the gentle man next to me.

His name was “Roberto”...since I wasn’t sleepy this time I noticed he was a charming and cool gentleman. He quickie invited me to join the table with his friends. Suffice it to say the introduction to the group on how we met was an embarrassing moment for me hehe! We started up a conversation mostly 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 that baggage i was carrying. I was very impressed by the sheer thoughtfulness of this “Espanish” man.

You could feel his genuine heart just by looking as his innocent smile. The connection was not romantic but natural and mutual. I mean this guy didn’t even understand English, we spent half the time together just staring at each other just 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 meeting up the next with Mr. stranger…

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 just maybe telemundo stories were not just for TV characters.

But the African in me kept telling me “Girl stay woke”. 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 clearing my head and moving on!

As we all know every good thing must come to an end right? So it was time to leave Barcelona, and before leaving for the airport we met for the last time at the same place, truly looking like a scene from a soap opera 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 outside of Spain, so my number wasn’t important…(what a regretful decision! trust me. In Nigeria we call this ‘village people at work’ haha). Dear reader, let’s just say the universe didn’t agree with this 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.