When my residency in Spain was finished, I had one last trip booked — to Guatemala. I rented a house for the summer on the shores of Lake Atitlan, where I planned to work on a book about my search for home. The day I arrived in Guatemala, I met a fellow traveler from the Netherlands. He told me he was in the process of backpacking from Brazil to Alaska; I told him about the book I was writing, and the home I felt ready to settle into. During dinner that evening, he turned to me at one point and said, in all his Dutch directness: “There’s a question I want to ask you. What about relationships and love? 