Valerie & Amanda

Valerie & Amanda

There’s always two sides to the story. Since Valérie and Amanda have unique perspectives on how they met and developed their long-distance relationship, they each detail their impressions here.

How it All Began

V. 

During one night of drinking, my friend and I found cheap plane tickets on the Internet. We had three choices of destinations for the same price: México, Guatemala, or Costa Rica. We looked at each other and decided it would be Costa Rica (mostly because I wanted to see the nature). The next day, we realized we had booked tickets during the third week of the winter semester. 

Still, we stuck with our drunk plan, lied to our professors, and made arrangements for our three-week vacation. On the 13th of January, we were on the first plane of many that would take us from Montréal to San José. We needed a place to stay for the first night and the WIFI in the New York airport was shitty, so we had to do it quickly. I was chosen for the task and I randomly chose a hostel.  

A.

My story starts with me convincing two friends that we should volunteer in an NGO in Costa Rica for two months. At first, all was going well…until I got an offer for a great internship opportunity. In my mind, I thought my part in this story was over. 

I talked to my new bosses and they allowed me to go for just 20 days. Really happy my vacation was not doomed, I embraced the change and went for it. I went to many places in Costa Rica with my two best friends, having fun everywhere we went. We even made a quick stop in Panama to a crazy party in Bocas! 

Before we got to the last stop, one of my friends ran out of money and they had to go back to the NGO, leaving me alone on my way back to San José. I booked a reservation at a hostel there and YES, I picked the same one as Val. Little did I know that there, on the 31st of January, I was going to fall in love. 

January 31

A.  

The first time I saw Val she was cooking dinner for some nice girls, but we later found that out that one of them was a pig and didn’t wash her dishes.  

V. 

The first time I saw Amanda was by the smoking area of the hostel; she joined our conversation even though she didn’t understand anything at all (because it was all in French). 

A. 

I ended up there because I had made friends with some Belgian girls. They went to sleep real fast and I ended up talking to Val and some guy that used to produce organic tobacco. He was kind of a douche. 

V. 

We talked to this TERRIBLE French guy until everyone went to sleep and we were the only two still awake. I was a little drunk and I don’t remember how, when, why, or who made the first move, but we kissed. 

A. 

We were on the hammock all flirty and kissing when suddenly, I dropped my ring in some bushes in the dark. What was supposed to be all ‘snuggles,’ ended with us crawling on the floor looking for it by the light of the moon.

How They Develop a Long-distance Relationship in Quarantine

V. 

During this crisis, we are both in our respective houses. We were supposed to meet again in July but this virus might fuck with our plans.

A. 

We might have tried every possible way to connect online, but every day we discover a new way to do it. From getting drunk to reading each other to sleep, our daily routine starts with waking up together, always brushing our teeth ‘beside’ each other. We cook recipes we like, watch our favorites series and movies, and even discuss them for my online classes. 

We try to talk about all topics. Val even wrote a paper on Brasil and online dating! The craziest thing we’ve done was meeting each other’s friends and family through Zoom. It was scary but so precious.

Overcoming Their Struggles With a Long-Distance Relationship

V. 

There will always be struggles and my advice will be quétaine. Just enjoy every moment you can have with your favorite person. This virus might be ruining plans but it gives us a lot of time to ‘be’ with each other. 

A. 

My struggle was beyond this whole corona vibe. I was never really sure about how I stood towards my sexual orientation, but that ended when I saw the love of my life serenely sleeping with Marx, the capital on her chest. At this point, I knew I didn’t have a way out.

I would give her the world, but it belongs to the classe trabalhadora.

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