Christmas: whether one is single or in a couple, whether traveling to family or vice versa; typically, it’s a holiday one spends with loved ones. But this year, my Christmas looks a little different. And I love the flexibility and freedom.
One year ago, I lost my dad. Shortly afterwards, I took a solo trip to Ireland, which helped distract me from and process my father’s death, while I paid tribute to his life.
As a host, to Couchsurf is to open up your space and share the secrets and joys of your home city. As a guest, Couchsurfing is for those who want a different experience and the companionship, guidance, and friendship of a local.
When most people say they "love to travel," sometimes I think they really mean to say they "love vacations"...
I sometimes get flack from my friends and family about some of the "risky" decisions I make as a solo traveler. But I operate under the mindset that almost all people, everywhere, are good and kind.
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.