I have been traveling full time for the past two months and part-time for seven months before that. Within these nine months, I felt like I was let into a secret society of travelers, those who possess insatiable curiosity, something that they try to satisfy by exploring every possible inch of the planet. As an honour to the travelers that I have learnt so much from, this piece is for you.
Prior to moving to Barcelona, I have never traveled alone. Yes, I may take flights and trains alone, but never have I been on a trip planned solely for myself for extended periods of time.
Realizing that I may not be able to get this opportunity again, where I am young, filled with energy, absent of pressing responsibilities, far from the madding crowd, fussing parents or clingy boyfriends and financially sustainable, I made a promise to myself that I shall travel alone at least once just to try it out. If I don’t like it, then at least I can say I’ve tried it to know.
One month, four countries and ten cities later, my verdict on traveling alone is that
I absolutely love it. Here are the reasons why.