How it all began

According to her

I moved to Milan to chase my dream of studying in Italy, imagining la dolce vita.

About a month and a half in, my Colombian friend Martín invited me to a house party at a Mexican girl's place. My expectation was a calm evening with a small group, but reality was that the entire country must have been packed into that apartment.

As I was meeting new people and trying to remember everyone’s names, I spotted this guy across the room and thought, “Wait a minute, he looks just like Camilo 😮 I have to tell him!”. But I decided to play it cool and let him make the first move. After all, he was already looking at me—or at least that's what I thought.

Plot twist: he actually wasn’t looking at me at all 🙄. But later that night, just as I was about to leave, he suddenly appeared right in front of me, and without thinking twice I said “Hola”. That’s when I discovered he was a Portuguese guy living in Munich, just passing through Milan for the weekend.

Seriously, what were the odds? But somehow, that brief moment was all it took to start writing a story together—a story that only kept getting better and better, and has brought us to this point today.

To be honest, a lot of things went sideways during my dream adventure in Italy (more than I’d like to admit), but for that one weekend, I’d go through it all over again.

Some people say this was just meant to be—and I have to agree!

My biggest lesson (true to my hopelessly romantic heart) is that you don’t chase love; it is love who finds you ❤️.

According to him

I was not supposed to have been in Milan. I was relaxed at home, busy writing my thesis. I decided to join some friends last minute. One Flixbus later, I joined them in Milan for the weekend.

Later, at that house party, she swears I looked at her from across the room in that random Italian apartment. I did not see her then, but I sure did when fate brought us face to face. And I had no idea about this Camilo character. I thought it must have been the wine talking.

I forgot my beanie with her and told her I did so as to give her an excuse to pay me a visit in Munich. And she did so a few weeks later!

How could I have known that such a spontaneous travel decision and such an innocent forgetfulness would lead to my first steps with my future wife?