The perk of short-term travel relationships

short term relationship
I curl into the side of my Irish Lad as the Slovenian countryside blurs past me, a gorgeous swirl of emerald-green countryside dotted with villas, against a bright blue sky. He wraps his arm around me, thumb absently rubbing my shoulder and I slink closer to him in our hard bus seats. Irish Lad’s other arm is draped across me, holding my hand which rests on my knee.

I don’t think, I just lean in.  I let my eyes scan the scene before me, complemented by Irish Lad, who I have only known a few days and will likely not really know once we get off this bus in town.

The golden hour has hit the Karst region as we barrel towards our expiration and the continuation of our lives.

Oh, my little short-term travel relationship.

What is a short-term travel relationship?

Like most travel relationships (come on, we’ve all had ’em, right?), it is a temporary moment. It is a relationship without the drama. Spanning only a few days, until that wistful departure comes when one goes east or north or south or west, and the other goes in a different direction (although in my case, we both went west, just to different countries).

It’s the easy, breezy thing that makes travel relationships perfect: passion, smiles, romantic moments with a definite expiration date. Then, it is on to the next hostel, the next romance, the next town.

Admittedly, I’m not one of those travelers with a boyfriend in every town, but I’d be lying if I said that Irish Lad was my first short-term travel relationship. I’ve had a few experiences in my travels where I got super swept up in the electricity, the passion that meeting someone on the road and having that momentary intersection elicits.

It’s those random nights wandering a deserted capital city, ending in that sweet kiss and promises of exploring worlds together.

It’s those drunken nights which give way to grocery shopping and cooking meals together until it is time to check-out.

It’s Irish Lad and a missing wallet that turned into the most recent short-term relationship set against the magnificent backdrop of Ljubljana.

There’s always one thing short-term travel relationships have in common: an instant connection. An energy that zaps. And these relationships tap at the heart, reminding even a forlorn traveler struggling to find peace, that life is beautiful and fleeting, at the same time. Relationships like this, as short-term as they are, make me light-headed and gently remind me to believe in love and dating and all of those romantic notions.

My temporary relationship through Slovenia

short term travel relationships
We mustache you a question.

The sun is setting over the skylight in the Hostel Celica dorm room when I get back to Ljubljana, fresh from touring the Škojance Caves. The room, which had been empty when I left in the morning, now has one occupant: a sleeping and shirtless male. Knowing the rules of hostel life, I quietly tip toe in, with one easy mission: to secure my wallet.

Only, it isn’t in my bag.

I try not to let panic sink in, but shit. It’s my wallet. With my bank card. And my passport. (Rookie, yes, I know.) Throwing myself over the bed, I stretch my arm between the wooden bunk and the wall, desperate to find it, cursing in hushed tones as my fingers dig into the air under the bed, coming up empty-handed.

Defeated, I sit up on the bed and sigh, trying to figure out where I could have left the wallet and how I could have done such a dumb thing. In a last-ditch effort, I look through my Kelty bag again.

Then, the sleeping shirtless male is no longer sleeping. But still definitely shirtless.

“What’s up?” he asks in a heavy Irish accent, opening his eyelids but not moving his head from the pillow.

“Sorry,” I say, standing up quickly, aware that perhaps I hadn’t been as quiet as I imagined, breaking one my own hostel etiquette rules, even though it was still early in the evening. “I, uh, lost my wallet.”

“Shit,” he says, propping himself up in bed, “you want help?”

“Nah, I’m going to go check downstairs, but thanks,” I say, excusing myself from the dorm and heading to the front desk, where I sheepishly realize I’ve placed my wallet in my messenger bag locked in their office.

Heart still pounding from my near-loss of my most important travel possessions (minus camera, laptop and journal), I reward the discovery with a glass of Slovenian wine and some work time while the hostel gears up for live music.

I am tuned out of the world when he approaches me. I don’t even recognize him under the cover of twinkling lights and dark skies. And fully clothed.

“You find your wallet?,” he asks, standing next to my little table.

I smile, embarrassed by my little incident earlier. We strike up a basic conversation before he returns to his table on the opposite side of the garden. We are both sitting alone and I catch myself throughout the evening glimpsing over at him but never inviting him over, and he never comes back over. Finally, I look over, and he’s gone.

Well done, D.

Later, I head upstairs and get ready for bed. A few minutes later, Irish Lad comes in.

Instantly, we strike up that obligatory Travel Talk everyone has. It’s comfortable with him though. It is fun. I actually enjoy the conversation versus just going through the motions I am so used to doing when traipsing through the exchange. We chat as if we are old friends, easily and happily catching up on life before it is time to pass out.

“Well, I’m going down to Pula tomorrow,” he informs me and I actually feel bummed he won’t be in town. It’s that connection thing, and I feel it. Or at least I think there’s a connection. Perhaps I have been in Thailand too long and have grown to accustomed to the Thai dating scene there (or lack thereof generally) to actually tell for sure if there really is, or I am just being one of those women who has had too much time in between men.

And then he says quietly, looking at me from across the room, “Unless I don’t wake up, in which case I will still be in Ljubljana.”

Sleep in, I will him.

We say goodnight and the next morning, when I roll over after I hear his alarm turn on, and then immediately off, I smile to myself.

He’s still here.

“You want to go on an adventure today?” I ask him once we are awake.

He’s game so we head out into the city for a wander. Over coffee next to the Ljubljanica River, we try to figure out what to do for the day.

Ljubljana and the Ljubljanica River
Quite the romantic date setting, eh?

“I think we should do something entirely random,” I suggest, making the world our oyster. “Let’s leave town. Let’s hop on a bus or a train and go to the Adriatic. Or, let’s go to the mountains.”

Because what single travel gal doesn’t want to go on an adventure in a foreign country with a handsome man all to herself?

“Done,” he says as he downs the last of his coffee and we hike it over to both the train station and bus station. There, we learn all of the train and buses anywhere we want to go have since departed for the day. So, instead we had to the Contemporary Arts Museum in the artsy squatter Metelkova.

We wander through the seemingly minimal museum scratching our heads at the exhibits. “Perhaps we are missing something?,” we question each other as we look up to see a hair dryer hanging from the rafters at the entrance, turned on full blast and swinging around above our heads.

It’s a perfect date day, and the setting of Ljubljana makes it even more romantic.

In the evening, Hostel Celica throws a mustache party and we spend the night at each other’s sides, having far more in-depth conversations with him than I have had with anyone in a long time. Those personal conversations you reserve for intimate moments where you are sharing stories of life which have shaped you.

“Can I kiss you before I leave?” Irish Lad asks me as he heads out to a pub and I head upstairs to get ready for a tour the next day. But, I don’t need to respond.

We make plans for the following night after I return from Bled, and then for the day after that to wander Piran together.

The non-breakup breakup

The two of us walk back to the hostel together after our day in Piran. We don’t say much. It’s been the perfect day. A cozy bus ride to the sea …

Piran on the Adriatic Sea
And more romantic scenery in Piran.

… a magnificent lunch against the Adriatic …

Piran restaurant dining
All smiles in Piran, thanks to the lovely short-term company and setting.

… and a refreshing wander through one of Slovenia’s beautiful seaside towns. And then, the return ride, where we know our time is up, and we sit, tucked into each other, minds floating off before our bodies do.

The telltale street art lining the wall to Hostel Celica greets us and we stop at the driveway. Long, smiling look in each other’s eyes. kisses farewell.

“You know, if you ever come to London, let me know,” he says, giving me a kiss.

“Yeah,” I offer, knowing my desire to visit London anytime in the future is about zero.

We promise to keep in touch. We kiss again. Then, we separate. I return to my world of a single female traveler, and he returns to his.

This post is part of  the D Travels Europe (and Israel) series. Stay up-to-date on all of my adventures by following along on Twitter (#dtravelseurope), Instagram,TroverG+ and Facebook. And, for a look at the health and wellness side of European travel, be sure to follow along at The Comfort Zone Project and on TCZP’s Facebook.

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Awakening the soul while traveling ... a story of being on the cusp of adulthood.

31 thoughts on “The perk of short-term travel relationships

  1. I just love it! Hey, just so you know…I met my husband that way 18 years ago and we were married 6 months later. Now here we are 18 year later traveling the world with 2 kids! The universe works in mysterious ways. Don’t hold back and be honest with yourself. Love when you can and always be willing to be loved. You look absolutely happy D!


    1. Really?!? I LOVE THAT!! You are right, the universe does work in mysterious ways! Thank you for sharing your story! It made me smile and even more excited for the possibilities of travel!


    1. Yeah, I totally understand how you feel. Typically, I feel the same way but every now and then it is nice. 🙂 I think we both knew there was nothing more to it than a lovely memory.


  2. I recognized a long time ago that I just can’t do casual relationships. I envy people who can though.
    Your story could be something out of one of those Chanel commercials. You know, the ones that are more like short movies than an actual commercial.


    1. I don’t think I can do casual, either. This was just super temporary and I had been struggling with some other issues just before meeting him, and it got my mind off of my own bullshit and let me just live in the moment. My story could be a Chanel commercial? LOVE IT.


  3. It seems that you had a wonderful time! What’s there not to like in a relationship in which the honeymoon period doesn’t just slip through our fingers? Ok, the relationship itself does, but at least we don’t have to watch it slowly wither away! 😀


  4. Just had a lovely short term fling myself. Enjoyed it fully but was bittersweet as we parted ways. Back on the road though so who knows what lies ahead!

    Thanks for sharing 🙂


    1. I love them … so long as there aren’t deep feelings involved. If it is more of a comfort thing and fun, then great! Glad you had a nice experience! 🙂


  5. My best friend and I both travel, separately, but I have since gotten married and she has continued to go it alone. She follows this in most of the places she goes and aside from one or two heartbreaks (on her part 😦 ), she seems pretty happy with it and so do the guys. They always remain great friends afterwards too, which I think is really nice.


  6. Hi Diana..loved reading this short story…and kept asking myself (me, the eternal romantic) why did it have to finish in Ljubljana? If there was such a chemistry, why let it go…Oh I wish I knew his email address to send him your post…maybe he’d just decide to move to chiang mai?!


    1. Hi Vanessa! You know, it finished because there wasn’t any reason to continue it. It was a momentary nice thing and then we went our separate ways. I have his email 😉


  7. What a beautiful story, it’s all so perfect and you describe it so well. I have never been able to do casual flings, the ones I’ve had have been disastrous. Thankfully, the last hot guy that I met travelling (on the beach in Cambodia) is still here with me 6 years later 🙂


    1. Awww, I would LOVE for that to happen. Short terms are fun, but I love your story more. 🙂 I don’t do casual flings really. Just very random. Thanks for the kind words!


  8. Woohoo… she’s coming to London! Question is, do you look him up or leave the memory intact? Such a decision with potential bitter-sweet consequences. Maybe you already have!!! x


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