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<\/div>\nAll relationships have their challenges however if you\u2019ve met someone from another country; either online or in person there are typically even more challenges that will come your way. You\u2019ve no doubt heard from \u201cconcerned\u201d family and friends the dangers you might face.<\/p>\n
<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nHere, I\u2019m sharing the real life stories of people who have navigated the world of meeting someone overseas. <\/p>\n
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<\/figure>\nSasha from the Alternative Travel Guide<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nTraveling changes us and our lives. In my case, traveling also helped me meet my future husband.\u00a0 It happened in a very unexpected place. I met my husband at a Couchsurfing meeting in a gay club during my trip to Warsaw, Poland! Could I have thought that going to a party at a gay club would lead to a wedding? No way! (By the way, Couchsurfing is one of my favourite\u00a0ways to meet people while traveling<\/a>, and it helped me to build dozens of friendships in different countries.)<\/p>\nAfter a week together in Warsaw, we said goodbye and went to different countries.\u00a0 For six months, we wrote to each other and called each other on Skype. Then we decided to meet in Turkey and travel together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Traveling together is a perfect way to understand if two people are a good fit for a couple because on the road we not only have fun but also face difficult situations.\u00a0Not everything was perfect, but we continued to stick together. We kept meeting in different countries and spending some time together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then I moved to Hungary to do my Master\u2019s Degree. He would visi me in Budapest, or we would meet in neighboring Vienna and Bratislava. Our long-distance relationship lasted two years until we finally got tired of it and decided to get married.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Two years ago, we also became the parents of a wonderful daughter.
Long-distance relationships, an international marriage, living in a foreign country, and giving birth there were definitely big challenges for me. All this is not easy, but I like adventures.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Tinder, Millennial Fairy Tale?<\/h2>\n<\/figure>\nShelley of Travel Mexico Solo<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nWhile some couples devise a cover story about how they met anywhere<\/em> but on Tinder, some lean in. I \u201clean in.\u201d In fact, our How We Met story goes like this: We both swiped right.<\/p>\nFast forward a bit, and Jorge and I have been together 1.5 years now. I always joke that we are the millennial fairy tale because we met on Tinder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our first date was January 12, 2019. At the time, I was visiting Merida, Mexico<\/a> in the Yucatan Peninsula, where we now live together.<\/p>\nFor context: Prior to this trip, I was seeing a guy who turned out to be quite the male dating cliche \u2014 someone who \u201cwasn\u2019t sure he was ready for a relationship.\u201d So I packed up my dignity and my things, and went to Merida by myself for a week\u2026 where I decided to do some revenge Tindering.<\/p>\n
If it\u2019s not obvious by that preface, I was not looking for a relationship when I met Jorge. However, our \u201cfirst date\u201d ended up lasting the entire week I was in Merida. At the end of my Merida trip, he Ubered with me to the airport, and we said our good-byes.<\/p>\n
We did keep in touch; but I was living in Mexico City and him in Merida.<\/p>\n
Then, after 3.5 months in Mexico City, I developed tree pollen allergies so horrible that I dreaded going outdoors. I decided I had to leave the city, and figured why not give Merida another shot\u2026 as at least I knew one person there, a guy named Jorge. <\/p>\n
When Realities and Expectations Collide<\/h2>\n<\/figure>\nEllie of Soul Travel Blog<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nIt was the last day of a three month\u00a0India trip<\/a>\u00a0that I finally agreed to meet a man that I\u2019d been Instagram-messaging with for some time in Mumbai. He was a local and had been giving me plenty of travel tips for the weeks before we met. We\u2019d even spoken on the phone, but I was still nervous about meeting him face to face in case he turned out to be something else.\u00a0<\/p>\nIt turns out that I needn\u2019t have worried \u2013 what started as a first date just before I flew home the UK has transformed into a partnership which has seen us travelling around India that were as foreign to him as they were to me, living in Canada together, and now the UK. Much as the idea of meeting someone across the world sounds dreamily romantic, the reality of being in a relationship with someone from a culture as different as could be from my own has often brought us crashing down to earth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There have been some close calls. After the initial romance, we realised there were wide rivers to be crossed when it came to expectations about how our relationship would work. It usually started with the question \u201cwhat\u2019s for lunch\u201d \u2013 and finding that \u201cmake yourself a sandwich\u201d was not an agreeable answer. <\/p>\n
Food takes on a pivotal cultural role in India, enough that there are usually 3 hot meals a day, all home cooked, and all cooked by one of the women of the family. Whereas in the UK \u2013 where let\u2019s face it, we\u2019re not exactly known for our culinary heights, food is often an afterthought. We have both had to take a good hard look at our egos and become flexible \u2013 I\u2019ve learned to make many Indian dishes that I never would have dreamed of, and Ravi, my partner, has had to learn to cook for the first time at age 35 and do 50% of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Food hasn\u2019t been the only thing. Cohabiting with a foreigner is a taboo subject, at best, in India, and it has taken some time for my partner\u2019s parents to warm up to me. After initially scolding my partner for not finding a \u201clocal girl\u201d, the ice has thawed. But it took time. Fortunately, his family are down to earth, educated and relatively open minded. For many Indian families, this would not be an acceptable scenario.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What started as something dreamy while travelling has turned out to be far more complicated to navigate. It\u2019s been an exercise in diplomacy at times, but it has also been a great journey of personal growth for us, too. Much as it may seem that things are the same everywhere on the surface, fortunately, cultural diversity is still alive and well and needs negotiating.<\/p>\n
A Nasty Breakup And a Tropical Disease<\/h2>\n\n<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nNora of The Professional Hobo<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nWhilst volunteering in New Zealand, I connected with a Swedish guy (we\u2019ll call him my Swedish Squeeze). I was a full-time traveler and he was a lost soul, so in a sense, we were well-suited to roam the world together. After a couple of months apart, we met up in Sweden and our connection deepened. We applied for a three-month house-sitting gig on the Caribbean island of Grenada \u2013 and got the gig! We would officially be playing house together.<\/p>\n
But I had another travel gig in between: a stunt called the Ultimate Train Challenge, in which I traveled from Lisbon to Saigon (25,000kms) \u2013 all by train, in 30 days. The plan was we\u2019d reconvene in Grenada in time to start house-sitting together.<\/p>\n
Somewhere in Siberia, things went sideways. Unbeknownst to me, my Swedish Squeeze was squeezin\u2019 an old girlfriend and got her pregnant. I sensed something was amiss, so when I arrived to Grenada a few days ahead of my Squeeze, I called him to ask if everything was okay. That\u2019s when he broke up with me. (Or rather, he broke the news to me and I broke up with him).<\/p>\n
That very day, with a broken heart, and facing a lonely three months in paradise, I got Dengue Fever. I spent the next week fighting for my life, and healing my heart. I don\u2019t do anything in small measures!<\/p>\n
Believe it or not, this isn\u2019t my only romance-gone-wrong while traveling the world. If you have a strong stomach, learn about my\u00a0Sordid Attempts at Love on the Road<\/a>\u00a0here.<\/p>\nWhen Things Change and It\u2019s Time to Break Up<\/h2>\n<\/figure>\nClaudia from My Adventures Across the World<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nI met my Egyptian (now ex-) boyfriend as we both lived and studied\u00a0in England, at the University of Essex. It literally took us moments to click, and within days of the meeting, we were a couple, one that others on campus would admire for we were always doing things together, having a good time, sharing the same group of friends and \u2013 seemingly \u2013 the same goals in life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Little did I know that it was all just in my mind \u2013 but I was soon to learn.\u00a0<\/p>\n
About 11 months\u00a0after we met, he was due back to Egypt: he had finished\u00a0his masters degree, while I was still busy with my PhD; his visa had expired and he had a job waiting for him at home. We had decided to try the long distance thing, as we knew he\u2019d be regularly traveling to England for work. And I was planning to\u00a0travel\u00a0to Egypt\u00a0<\/a>for a conference with a friend of mine a few months later.\u00a0<\/p>\nThe moment I landed in Egypt, I realized things were not the same anymore. Actually \u2013 he was not the same. After having known a man that shared my same values and vision in life, I came to see a man that seemed attached to the most traditional values \u2013 ones that I did not share, and most importantly did not understand. It was clear that I \u2013 an atheist \u2013 was not going to be acceptable to his family, and he was not ready to challenge them on that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It took us a few more months of arguments over the phone, and a horrible trip to Frankfurt together, to finally decide we had absolutely no future and it was time to break up.<\/p>\n
A South American Adventure Starts with a Bang and Fizzles<\/h2>\n<\/figure>\nSean of Living out Lau<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nJust like every modern romance story, my story started on the app Tinder. Except this time around, I wasn\u2019t swiping in NYC but in a small city in Peru called Trujillo. Though not on the typical Peru itinerary<\/a>, Trujillo was one of the cities I had to go through on my 2-month Peru backpacking adventure. I ended up matching with this girl named Sara (name changed for confidentiality) on Tinder. <\/p>\nBecause Trujillo didn\u2019t have much to see, I said why not and ended up meeting Sara for a date. We hit it off really well but we both had the understanding that I was going to be leaving in a few days.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately, typhoid fever got the best of me and I had to stay in Trujillo for over a week. During this time, we saw each other more frequently and grew really fond of each other. When I was finally healthy and able to travel again, we said our goodbyes.<\/p>\n
A week into my journey, I received a message from her asking if she could join my adventure through Peru. Of course, I said sure (not thinking of the consequences). Coming from a small city, traveling to all these bigger cities and major tourist attractions must\u2019ve been costly for her, but she came along anyway.<\/p>\n
After traveling together for nearly 6 weeks, we eventually said our goodbyes at the Lima Airport. We were infatuated with each other at this point and made plans to move to Japan (she speaks Japanese), where we would work and start a new life together. After a little less than a year, we have stopped talking to each other and she has unfollowed me on social media.<\/p>\n
An Acroyoga Jam Session Turns Longterm<\/h2>\n<\/figure>\nMarco from Nomadic Fire<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\nAs a heterosexual adult male, I think it is easier to find a fling than a friend. There is no app to help guys find friends. When traveling, I only looked for transient relationships. If you were not going to see the person again, it\u2019s better to keep things carefree and fun.<\/p>\n
Three years ago, I met a girl at an acroyoga jam in Bali. Twenty countries later, we have been traveling together ever since. Today, we are closing in on 90 days in Croatia and looking for the next country that accepts an Austrian (her) and a US (me) citizen.<\/p>\n
Since the pandemic started, the perpetual search for open countries has been the most challenging part of our relationship. She isn\u2019t allowed in the US. I\u2019m not allowed in most of the EU. <\/p>\n
Since I saved enough money to retire early at 41, I can\u00a0live long-term in many countries<\/a>\u00a0with a \u201cretirement visa.\u201d As she is still in university and needs to work, she doesn\u2019t get the same privilege. At the same time, as an EU citizen, she can stay as long as she wants anywhere in the EU, where I am still stuck with 90-days in Schengen. Finding a country we can safely stay in long-term is a pain in the @ss, but being together is worth it.<\/p>\nDon\u2019t get me wrong. Solo travel is great. The freedom to do what you want, when you want is liberating. But some experiences are more memorable when shared with a partner. Sunsets are brighter, views more majestic, and food more savory when you can relive the experience, laugh at the inside jokes, and share the memories with someone.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/figure>\n<\/div>\nMeeting someone overseas can be an exhilarating and transformative experience, filled with moments of joy, challenges, and unexpected outcomes. The good often includes the excitement of discovering new cultures, forging meaningful connections, and expanding your personal and professional horizons. However, the bad and the ugly might involve cultural misunderstandings, communication barriers, or even the stress of navigating a long-distance relationship. Remember, things you should do when meeting someone overseas<\/a> include researching cultural norms, maintaining clear communication, and setting realistic expectations. By doing so, you can enhance the positive aspects of your international interactions and navigate any potential pitfalls with greater ease.<\/p>\n
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<\/figure>\nSasha from the Alternative Travel Guide<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Traveling changes us and our lives. In my case, traveling also helped me meet my future husband.\u00a0 It happened in a very unexpected place. I met my husband at a Couchsurfing meeting in a gay club during my trip to Warsaw, Poland! Could I have thought that going to a party at a gay club would lead to a wedding? No way! (By the way, Couchsurfing is one of my favourite\u00a0ways to meet people while traveling<\/a>, and it helped me to build dozens of friendships in different countries.)<\/p>\n After a week together in Warsaw, we said goodbye and went to different countries.\u00a0 For six months, we wrote to each other and called each other on Skype. Then we decided to meet in Turkey and travel together.\u00a0<\/p>\n Traveling together is a perfect way to understand if two people are a good fit for a couple because on the road we not only have fun but also face difficult situations.\u00a0Not everything was perfect, but we continued to stick together. We kept meeting in different countries and spending some time together.\u00a0<\/p>\n Then I moved to Hungary to do my Master\u2019s Degree. He would visi me in Budapest, or we would meet in neighboring Vienna and Bratislava. Our long-distance relationship lasted two years until we finally got tired of it and decided to get married.\u00a0<\/p>\n Two years ago, we also became the parents of a wonderful daughter. Shelley of Travel Mexico Solo<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n While some couples devise a cover story about how they met anywhere<\/em> but on Tinder, some lean in. I \u201clean in.\u201d In fact, our How We Met story goes like this: We both swiped right.<\/p>\n Fast forward a bit, and Jorge and I have been together 1.5 years now. I always joke that we are the millennial fairy tale because we met on Tinder.\u00a0<\/p>\n Our first date was January 12, 2019. At the time, I was visiting Merida, Mexico<\/a> in the Yucatan Peninsula, where we now live together.<\/p>\n For context: Prior to this trip, I was seeing a guy who turned out to be quite the male dating cliche \u2014 someone who \u201cwasn\u2019t sure he was ready for a relationship.\u201d So I packed up my dignity and my things, and went to Merida by myself for a week\u2026 where I decided to do some revenge Tindering.<\/p>\n If it\u2019s not obvious by that preface, I was not looking for a relationship when I met Jorge. However, our \u201cfirst date\u201d ended up lasting the entire week I was in Merida. At the end of my Merida trip, he Ubered with me to the airport, and we said our good-byes.<\/p>\n We did keep in touch; but I was living in Mexico City and him in Merida.<\/p>\n Then, after 3.5 months in Mexico City, I developed tree pollen allergies so horrible that I dreaded going outdoors. I decided I had to leave the city, and figured why not give Merida another shot\u2026 as at least I knew one person there, a guy named Jorge. <\/p>\n Ellie of Soul Travel Blog<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n It was the last day of a three month\u00a0India trip<\/a>\u00a0that I finally agreed to meet a man that I\u2019d been Instagram-messaging with for some time in Mumbai. He was a local and had been giving me plenty of travel tips for the weeks before we met. We\u2019d even spoken on the phone, but I was still nervous about meeting him face to face in case he turned out to be something else.\u00a0<\/p>\n It turns out that I needn\u2019t have worried \u2013 what started as a first date just before I flew home the UK has transformed into a partnership which has seen us travelling around India that were as foreign to him as they were to me, living in Canada together, and now the UK. Much as the idea of meeting someone across the world sounds dreamily romantic, the reality of being in a relationship with someone from a culture as different as could be from my own has often brought us crashing down to earth.\u00a0<\/p>\n There have been some close calls. After the initial romance, we realised there were wide rivers to be crossed when it came to expectations about how our relationship would work. It usually started with the question \u201cwhat\u2019s for lunch\u201d \u2013 and finding that \u201cmake yourself a sandwich\u201d was not an agreeable answer. <\/p>\n Food takes on a pivotal cultural role in India, enough that there are usually 3 hot meals a day, all home cooked, and all cooked by one of the women of the family. Whereas in the UK \u2013 where let\u2019s face it, we\u2019re not exactly known for our culinary heights, food is often an afterthought. We have both had to take a good hard look at our egos and become flexible \u2013 I\u2019ve learned to make many Indian dishes that I never would have dreamed of, and Ravi, my partner, has had to learn to cook for the first time at age 35 and do 50% of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n Food hasn\u2019t been the only thing. Cohabiting with a foreigner is a taboo subject, at best, in India, and it has taken some time for my partner\u2019s parents to warm up to me. After initially scolding my partner for not finding a \u201clocal girl\u201d, the ice has thawed. But it took time. Fortunately, his family are down to earth, educated and relatively open minded. For many Indian families, this would not be an acceptable scenario.\u00a0<\/p>\n What started as something dreamy while travelling has turned out to be far more complicated to navigate. It\u2019s been an exercise in diplomacy at times, but it has also been a great journey of personal growth for us, too. Much as it may seem that things are the same everywhere on the surface, fortunately, cultural diversity is still alive and well and needs negotiating.<\/p>\n Nora of The Professional Hobo<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Whilst volunteering in New Zealand, I connected with a Swedish guy (we\u2019ll call him my Swedish Squeeze). I was a full-time traveler and he was a lost soul, so in a sense, we were well-suited to roam the world together. After a couple of months apart, we met up in Sweden and our connection deepened. We applied for a three-month house-sitting gig on the Caribbean island of Grenada \u2013 and got the gig! We would officially be playing house together.<\/p>\n But I had another travel gig in between: a stunt called the Ultimate Train Challenge, in which I traveled from Lisbon to Saigon (25,000kms) \u2013 all by train, in 30 days. The plan was we\u2019d reconvene in Grenada in time to start house-sitting together.<\/p>\n Somewhere in Siberia, things went sideways. Unbeknownst to me, my Swedish Squeeze was squeezin\u2019 an old girlfriend and got her pregnant. I sensed something was amiss, so when I arrived to Grenada a few days ahead of my Squeeze, I called him to ask if everything was okay. That\u2019s when he broke up with me. (Or rather, he broke the news to me and I broke up with him).<\/p>\n That very day, with a broken heart, and facing a lonely three months in paradise, I got Dengue Fever. I spent the next week fighting for my life, and healing my heart. I don\u2019t do anything in small measures!<\/p>\n Believe it or not, this isn\u2019t my only romance-gone-wrong while traveling the world. If you have a strong stomach, learn about my\u00a0Sordid Attempts at Love on the Road<\/a>\u00a0here.<\/p>\n Claudia from My Adventures Across the World<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n I met my Egyptian (now ex-) boyfriend as we both lived and studied\u00a0in England, at the University of Essex. It literally took us moments to click, and within days of the meeting, we were a couple, one that others on campus would admire for we were always doing things together, having a good time, sharing the same group of friends and \u2013 seemingly \u2013 the same goals in life.\u00a0<\/p>\n Little did I know that it was all just in my mind \u2013 but I was soon to learn.\u00a0<\/p>\n About 11 months\u00a0after we met, he was due back to Egypt: he had finished\u00a0his masters degree, while I was still busy with my PhD; his visa had expired and he had a job waiting for him at home. We had decided to try the long distance thing, as we knew he\u2019d be regularly traveling to England for work. And I was planning to\u00a0travel\u00a0to Egypt\u00a0<\/a>for a conference with a friend of mine a few months later.\u00a0<\/p>\n The moment I landed in Egypt, I realized things were not the same anymore. Actually \u2013 he was not the same. After having known a man that shared my same values and vision in life, I came to see a man that seemed attached to the most traditional values \u2013 ones that I did not share, and most importantly did not understand. It was clear that I \u2013 an atheist \u2013 was not going to be acceptable to his family, and he was not ready to challenge them on that.\u00a0<\/p>\n It took us a few more months of arguments over the phone, and a horrible trip to Frankfurt together, to finally decide we had absolutely no future and it was time to break up.<\/p>\n Sean of Living out Lau<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Just like every modern romance story, my story started on the app Tinder. Except this time around, I wasn\u2019t swiping in NYC but in a small city in Peru called Trujillo. Though not on the typical Peru itinerary<\/a>, Trujillo was one of the cities I had to go through on my 2-month Peru backpacking adventure. I ended up matching with this girl named Sara (name changed for confidentiality) on Tinder. <\/p>\n Because Trujillo didn\u2019t have much to see, I said why not and ended up meeting Sara for a date. We hit it off really well but we both had the understanding that I was going to be leaving in a few days.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, typhoid fever got the best of me and I had to stay in Trujillo for over a week. During this time, we saw each other more frequently and grew really fond of each other. When I was finally healthy and able to travel again, we said our goodbyes.<\/p>\n A week into my journey, I received a message from her asking if she could join my adventure through Peru. Of course, I said sure (not thinking of the consequences). Coming from a small city, traveling to all these bigger cities and major tourist attractions must\u2019ve been costly for her, but she came along anyway.<\/p>\n After traveling together for nearly 6 weeks, we eventually said our goodbyes at the Lima Airport. We were infatuated with each other at this point and made plans to move to Japan (she speaks Japanese), where we would work and start a new life together. After a little less than a year, we have stopped talking to each other and she has unfollowed me on social media.<\/p>\n Marco from Nomadic Fire<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n As a heterosexual adult male, I think it is easier to find a fling than a friend. There is no app to help guys find friends. When traveling, I only looked for transient relationships. If you were not going to see the person again, it\u2019s better to keep things carefree and fun.<\/p>\n Three years ago, I met a girl at an acroyoga jam in Bali. Twenty countries later, we have been traveling together ever since. Today, we are closing in on 90 days in Croatia and looking for the next country that accepts an Austrian (her) and a US (me) citizen.<\/p>\n Since the pandemic started, the perpetual search for open countries has been the most challenging part of our relationship. She isn\u2019t allowed in the US. I\u2019m not allowed in most of the EU. <\/p>\n Since I saved enough money to retire early at 41, I can\u00a0live long-term in many countries<\/a>\u00a0with a \u201cretirement visa.\u201d As she is still in university and needs to work, she doesn\u2019t get the same privilege. At the same time, as an EU citizen, she can stay as long as she wants anywhere in the EU, where I am still stuck with 90-days in Schengen. Finding a country we can safely stay in long-term is a pain in the @ss, but being together is worth it.<\/p>\n Don\u2019t get me wrong. Solo travel is great. The freedom to do what you want, when you want is liberating. But some experiences are more memorable when shared with a partner. Sunsets are brighter, views more majestic, and food more savory when you can relive the experience, laugh at the inside jokes, and share the memories with someone.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n Meeting someone overseas can be an exhilarating and transformative experience, filled with moments of joy, challenges, and unexpected outcomes. The good often includes the excitement of discovering new cultures, forging meaningful connections, and expanding your personal and professional horizons. However, the bad and the ugly might involve cultural misunderstandings, communication barriers, or even the stress of navigating a long-distance relationship. Remember, things you should do when meeting someone overseas<\/a> include researching cultural norms, maintaining clear communication, and setting realistic expectations. By doing so, you can enhance the positive aspects of your international interactions and navigate any potential pitfalls with greater ease.<\/p>\n
Long-distance relationships, an international marriage, living in a foreign country, and giving birth there were definitely big challenges for me. All this is not easy, but I like adventures.\u00a0<\/p>\nThe Tinder, Millennial Fairy Tale?<\/h2>\n
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<\/figure>\nA Nasty Breakup And a Tropical Disease<\/h2>\n
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<\/figure>\nA South American Adventure Starts with a Bang and Fizzles<\/h2>\n
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<\/figure>\nAn Acroyoga Jam Session Turns Longterm<\/h2>\n
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