I love solo travel. When to wake up and go to bed? Up to me. What to see and where to go? My choice. No debates, no compromises. But what else sucks me in about solo travel: the personal growth that comes with being totally, completely on your own.
Time and time again, I run into idiot adult men who don’t know how to do a first date properly. So, I’m gonna get some hell for this one, but I don’t care… these are the rules for the first date.
Over time and many trips, I’ve discovered that I much prefer the freedom of planning-on-the-go. Never fear, to go blind is a little illogical: in this blog, I lay out my reasoning and process for going the less-planned route.
As I look back on the last year, I feel fortunate to have adopted these three principles, now so wholly ingrained in my thinking that they might as well be a part of me.
Scary, at first, but once the floodgates were open, the POWER this revelation brought surged through me. This was me, my truth, my humble heart: "I'm not over you."
This isn't just superficial fashion advice. Looking like a tourist can make you a target for pickpockets and scammers—you CAN look good while traveling without sacrificing comfort and function.
I consider myself primarily an introvert, but there is a time and a place where my curiosity goes toe-to-toe with my introversion and wins — abroad.