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.
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.
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.
My flight into Dublin landed around 8 a.m. Sunday. When I approached the passport control officer in the non-EU citizen line, he fired off a number of questions. The exchange went a little something like this: “How long are you staying in Ireland?” he asked...
I moved to Arizona almost nine years ago. I've been to many places. But I had not been to Page, one of the most photographed places in the world, until this past weekend.
As much as it sucks... Surviving stressful times will better equip us to handle with grace whatever life throws at us next.
Costa Rica. My first international trip ENTIRELY ALONE, opened the floodgates to my new wave of solo travel.