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They say love is risky. But no one warns you what "risk" actually means when your soulmate lives in a country your government calls "the danger zone."

I went to Santiago de Cuba in August 2019 for a two-week salsa vacation. I did not expect to lock eyes with a dancer named Danger — yes, that’s his real last name — and feel my entire world shift from a connection so instant it felt like fate.

This is the story of how we met — from that first electrifying dance at La Claqueta, to a date that taught me the true meaning of priceless, to meeting his mother (who may or may not have known I existed). It's about broken Spanglish, Google Translate moments, and the realization that sometimes the best communication happens without perfect words.

But mostly, it's about what happened when a global pandemic slammed every border shut between us — and the dangerous question that would eventually bring us back together.

Grab your coffee, wine, or Cuban rum — and welcome to the Dangerously in Love Crew. This is just the beginning.

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I told you how we met. Now let me tell you how I knew — really knew — that this was something written in the stars.

December 2019. I returned to Cuba with a suitcase full of Christmas gifts and a heart full of questions. Would it feel the same face to face? Would his family accept me? Would my months of Spanish practice pay off?

What followed was three weeks of magic: a rooftop love nest where he remembered every quirky detail about me, a family that welcomed me like I'd always belonged, and one unforgettable moment that changed everything — twice.

Then Abuela led us on a pilgrimage hours into the mountains to the shrine of La Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre — Cuba's patron saint. There, surrounded by family, she blessed our relationship in a way that made it official in the eyes of his culture, his ancestors, and his faith. The story of the Virgencita — found floating on stormy seas, dry and undisturbed — became our secret map.

New Year's fireworks lit up the sky as I looked at my future. Our future. Together.

But January brought an airport goodbye I wasn't ready for. "Solo dos meses," he whispered. Just two months. Sixty days until I'd be back.

What could possibly go wrong in sixty days?

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They say love is patient. But no one tells you what happens when patience runs out and the only option left is to become fugitives.

September 2021. Twenty months since that airport goodbye. Twenty months of grainy video calls, frozen smiles, and the kind of loneliness that comes from loving someone you can't touch. The world had reopened for everyone except us — an American and a Cuban with borders locked tight and no end in sight.

So we stopped asking for permission.

The plan was simple on paper: find a country where we could both enter visa-free during a pandemic. The problem? That list was shorter than the list of things you can buy with a handful of Cuban pesos. Belarus became our crack in the door. Obscure. Visa-free. Perfect.

Except nothing about our love heist goes according to plan.

Eribel, flying for the first time in his life, navigated Russian immigration alone — and nearly lost everything at the checkpoint. I booked the most chaotic itinerary imaginable: New York to Brussels to Madrid to Tel Aviv to Minsk. Five countries. Two days. And a "Peace of Mind Protection Plan" that was about to be tested.

Then Tel Aviv happened. A deep security search. An airport escort making sure I didn't run. And no way to reach Eribel, who was waiting on the other side, wondering if I'd ever arrive.

Was this the end of the road? Or just the most insane detour ever?

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They say home is where the heart is. But no one tells you what happens when your heart is on the other side of a pandemic, your wallet is empty, and the only thing standing between you and the love of your life is — everything.

I'm Charity Nicole, and this is Living DANGERously in Love. A podcast for anyone who believes love is the biggest, scariest, most beautiful adventure you'll ever choose.

When we left off, I was stranded in Lithuania. My flight to Belarus was a phantom. My "Peace of Mind Protection Plan" was a joke. And after five days of living, eating, sleeping, and crying in airports across the world, I was standing at a bus stop with nothing left but tears and a stranger's hand on my shoulder.

Then she said four words that changed everything — “Then, we find another way."

This is the story of how I finally made it to Eribel. Through 20 months apart. Through 88 weeks. Through 614 days of longing. Through nine countries and an infinite supply of faith.

It's about the kindness of strangers who become angels. About a man who walked 90 minutes for an astrology app and flew across the world for love. About the moment when all the chaos, all the tears, all the almosts finally gave way to something I'd almost forgotten existed:

Hope.

And when I stepped off that plane in Minsk, Belarus — exhausted, bald, and carrying the weight of the world in two suitcases — I found something I never expected.

Home.

Grab your coffee, wine, or Cuban rum — and welcome to the Dangerously in Love Crew. This is the reunion you've been waiting for.

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