I'm not sure anymore whose idea it was exactly. My friends from Costa Rica invited me to come over and I came to the conclusion that flying half the world for few weeks just didn't make sense. Oh, and of course a guy was involved. I ended up spending there almost a year, came back with messed up spine and fluent in Spanish (the Costarican version). And in love, with a different guy.
Couple of years later, once I have defended my thesis and was looking for options in life a friend offered a room in her apartment in Vienna. 9 months later my German had a stronger Austrian accent, I was jobless and with debts, but with much deeper knowledge of knitting, crocheting and other handy crafts.
The lack of money lead me to the first job I could get, which was in London where I move next and am still now. New country awaits soon I hope.