In June 2010 I was finishing up an MBA degree in Barcelona, Spain and was ready to spend the summer months
working on my thesis drinking strawberry mojitos with my friends and exploring Europe. I had zero intention of meeting a boy, since probability would give me a Spanish boy and since I hadn't found a job at that point, I didn't plan to stay there much longer.
Of course, love comes when and where you least expect to find it. For us, it was at the Gay Pride parade. Yes, thats right, GAY PRIDE! I wonder how many hetero couples have met at such an event?! When he found out that I did in fact like boys and not girls, we quickly fell in love, and when he couldn't extend his Euro visa any longer, I followed him back to the Dominican Republic, even though we hadn't been dating for long.
I remember packing up my Spanish life into two suitcases and wondering if I was crazy, risking everything for love. My friends told me that even if it didn't work out, at least I would have a great story to tell. HA! That makes me smile now, because it definitely worked out. I can't imagine my life working out any differently than it has now.