I have often been told and long been thinking that I am not a romantic person, since I don’t fall for cheesy proposals, romantic holiday with the lover in the honeymoon suite, marriage with your high school sweetheart, don’t assume that if two people get together they eventually are going to spend the rest of their lives together… and all this which is being sold as “romantic” to us…
After thinking about it I decided that there must be different kinds of romance. For me there is a romance in travelling and seing the world, in experiencing this urging feeling, this hunger for something new. New people, new cultures, experiences and things to see and do. It lies in the excitement of just going somewhere without knowing where to sleep, how to get around there, how long to stay… The self-confidence and independency of not actually needing someone at your side - but being happy if there is someone you are happy to do so for however long this might last.
“But where is the love in all this” will all the traditonally romantic people ask… well, there you go; in this picture the romance also lies in meeting someone while being on the move who all of a sudden will alleviate this urging feeling. This person will become significant and if it is a person without longing for travelling - he or she might become infected by the traveller and start travelling with the other - and in turn be able to give the traveller a reason to stay and place to return between journeys… forever? I don’t know - people are people and life is life - meaning, you never know what happens since everything is changing constantly.