[Careful – Cheesy and romantic contains]

I’ve never been so happy to be on my own. Bingin beach is the perfect place on earth for solo travelers who wants to have a break. Imagine a beautiful little beach protected by the cliff, few travelers happy to avoid you as much as you want to avoid them, plenty of space to lie on the sun or chill on your balcony facing the sea, fresh fruits for breakfast and the only sound you can hear around is the ocean or the ladies selling bracelets.

At the beginning of this trip, I thought being alone was scary. But the  more I traveled, the more I started to search for some holy moments of loneliness. I realized that it was essential in order to focus on my feelings, to digest what I’ve learned and also to try to figure out who I wanted to be. I was pretty happy that day as I figure out that I reached the point I was searching for during this trip: I didn’t need anybody else than myself to feel complete.

I was working on this blog in the only cafe supplying wifi when I saw you walking along the beach. Swami’s. I’ve learned many month later that means Guru in Hindi. A good Omen I guess.

I have to admit that I lost consciousness of my face and realized too late that I was stupidly smiling at you. I repeated to myself that I’ve made a promise and that today was just for me and ONLY me. I was in a “silent retreat” and really didn’t want to meet anybody. No friends, nothing. The plan was posting new articles, eating as much fruits my belly could accept, napping on the sun and enjoy a beer and a fish cooked on the fire at night ON MY OWN. 

But then I catched myself looking at the beach and searching for your face again… I couldn’t find you anymore and I thought it was for the best.  You looked so self confident that I couldn’t imagine a person like you being friend with me. It was a mistake of course to think that… I loved myself enough that day to maybe look as self confident as you were but you made a big impression on me… What can I say! I might have been impressed by the size of you aura or something…

Two minutes later you were sitting at my table and asked me:

“Do you know where I can find a scooter?”.

We were three or four in this cafe. I didn’t understand at first why you were asking me that as a local would have been the best person to give you any kind of informations about the area and things like that.

And also, stupidly, I asked myself why this really elegant and handsome human being wanted a scooter for. The only roads around were at the top of the cliff?

 I realized later that suddenly everything made sense and it was maybe not just luck that bring both of us at this exact moment of our life, so far away from home. It was maybe just meant to be…

Or maybe I decided at that moment that a little bit of true and cheesy romantism will not hurt me…

I could tell all the story here but I am going to keep that between you and me…