💕How I Met My Husband | A Filipina-Austrian Love Story From Philippines to Vietnam

📍 Where It All Started

I met my husband back in the Philippines while he was working as a German teacher in Cebu. One random day, while casually scrolling through Facebook, I stumbled across his profile.

He had dreadlocks—like a rasta man—and piercing blue eyes that made me stop scrolling. My first thought was:
“Wow… he’s handsome!” 😍

Without hesitation, I added him as a friend. He accepted—and that was the beginning of our story.

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💬 We Clicked Instantly

We started chatting and connected right away. I'm older than him (yes, I’m a proud ate 😄), and I remember our early jokes:

He asked me, “Do you like young boys?”
And I fired back, “Do you like older women?” 😅

We didn’t take things too seriously at first. But what made us click even more?
We both love beer! 🍻
That simple love for good drinks and good company brought us closer.

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🎸 From Gigs to Goodnight Calls

He’s this tall, blue-eyed foreigner, and I’ve always considered myself just a regular, simple girl. There are stereotypes, of course—some foreigners are cautious about dating Filipinas because they think it’s about money. But for me, it wasn’t like that at all.

I just genuinely loved his companionship.

He came to my gigs regularly and supported me like a true fan. No matter how small the venue, he was there—cheering me on. That’s when I realized:
This man has a good heart.

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🚗 Long-Distance, No Problem

Eventually, he moved to Dumaguete for work. That meant long-distance for us—but it didn’t scare me. I traveled to Dumaguete almost every week just to see him.

Some people might call that crazy.
Me? I call that love. 💕

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🌴 We Love to Travel (Especially the Visayas!)

One of the biggest things that strengthened our bond was our shared love for travel and adventure. We both love being close to nature, exploring beautiful beaches, and discovering new places together.

He’s obsessed with motorbikes, and that became our favorite way to travel. We would ride through the stunning landscapes of the Visayas, visiting hidden waterfalls, island beaches, and little mountain towns. 🏝️🏍️

We were happiest with just a backpack, some beer, and the open road.
No luxury needed—just freedom and each other.

Those little adventures made our relationship even stronger.

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🇻🇳 Then Came Vietnam

One day, he got a job offer in Vietnam. I was sad—scared even—because I thought that might be the end of our journey together.

But then, he looked at me and said:
“Would you come with me?”

I said yes.

And just like that, we started a new chapter in Vietnam.

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🏠 Six Years of Growing Together

We’ve been living together for more than five years now. At first, marriage wasn’t part of his plan. He wasn’t really into the idea of getting married—while I quietly dreamed about it.

But I never pressured him. We just kept growing together—building a life through shared routines, love, laughter, travel, and a lot of beer. 😂

And then one day… something shifted.

No big proposal. No flowers. Just a mutual decision from two people who’d been choosing each other every single day.

We finally decided to get married. ❤️

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🛂 But Here’s the Twist…

We got married in Vietnam. 🇻🇳
But let me tell you—it wasn’t romantic or simple.

Two foreigners trying to get legally married in Vietnam?
It’s a wild, complicated, paperwork-filled ride.

We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. 😅
But that’s a whole other story I’ll share next time.

Bottom line: it’s not easy to get married in Vietnam when you’re both foreigners.
To be continued… hahaha!