Have you ever travel with a complete stranger, never get to know each other name and left behind with only wonderful memories left?

Valentine’s day crawling its way into our lives again, many of my friends are now talking about how they will be single on valentine’s day. One story of my, “Not a date night” with a woman that I will never know her name just kept popping up in my head.

First, for my friends, family or those that knew me and heard about my “Tuscany girl” story, this is a complete story I told no one before.

And here we go

I visited Japan for the first time, with only my bag and no idea what I should do when I got there. After two days of wandering without destination, even slept in a bar on my first night I ended up in Kyoto. Late at night, hungry and lost (like lost, lost, took me for an hour to know where I’m//Just look at the pic.)

Of course, the first thing I tried to find is food. I found myself in some ramen shop after an hour or two. Out of nowhere, some woman in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a paddy cap came sit next to me. And asked, “Do you like to listen to music?” (I had my headphone on.)

I reply, she talked back, we talked about music while we ate our ramen and went separate ways, didn’t even introduce ourselves.

On the next day, I go to the ramen shop again (and it because ramen is one of my Top 5 dishes, and that place is cheap) I met her again, and we talked until past midnight, this time about pop culture movies, series, and place in Kyoto that we both visited. Again, we still don’t know each other name.

On the third night and my last night in Kyoto, we meet again (My motto when travelling: If you find a good place with excellent food and reasonable price “stick with it.”) I found her again, arrived before me with her backpack this time. We talked about many things in life, our problem, friends, family, even topics so personal we wouldn’t share with our loved ones. After midnight, she told she’ll go back home tomorrow morning. We went to drink something together and part ways at sunrise. She took the first train to Osaka while I went back to my hostel.

I never knew her name, just that she is from a small town in Tuscany, Italy. Working at the university that I can’t remember the name. She’s overprotective about her kitchen and loves to cook, and a lot more of private stuff I shouldn’t talk about in this blog. And she didn’t know mine either. We never introduce ourselves.

I think we human care or overthink about many things in our life, sometimes we afraid to say something to the people we know because we’re so scared. Worry of what might happen if we say or do anything wrong to them, afraid that if we make one wrong move our relation and friendship will fall apart. So, when we have a chance to release something out, to ask and to give with no social consequence, we take it without hesitation.

That’s about it, thank you, everyone, for reading this until the end and happy valentine!

To the Tuscany girl, I never know your name, “Our talk was fun, heartbreaking, good supporting, and we should do it again next time we meet each other on this blue planet.”