Because I tend to mix work and pleasure, or pleasure with work, I tend to travel alone. But in doing so, I am never, ever lonely.Sure, I’ve traveled with people. And it’s nice to have someone to talk with, someone to lot world domination with. But honestly, my favorite trips have been solo. It’s honestly not that I am filled with great ideas of things I want to do to amuse myself. Far from it. Instead, it’s that I am totally open to whatever adventure might come my way.
It’s incredible to be able to do what you want, when you want, and not have to have the idea voted on or vetoed by a travel mate (or lit mate!) who may not share my sense of adventure. How many really, really cool things would I have passed on because my partner wasn’t up to it?
Rastafarians in Jamaica cooking s’mores over an open fire. That was priceless. Smoking on the coffee sip (weed boat) in Maastricht. Very cool. Traipsing through the waterlogged fields on Vancouver Island picking mushrooms, spending hours learning to trim bud well, taking that helicopter ride along the coast in California, feeling the energy immerse my body at the vortex in Negril. The list goes on. I wasn’t rushed during any of my solo trips, and I was able to fully enjoy each and every unforeseen outing.
Now, I’m not saying to never travel tandem. But I am suggesting that you do take a trip now and then on your own. Take the time you need to nourish you. Find your soul, your passion, your next you- all on a vacation alone. After all, once you get to know yourself, you’re never really alone anymore.