Why do Americans travel as if they were on the ark?
Does anyone except the most fearless, go off on their own and expericence the world, life?
This begins a series of stories about two adventures:
solo trip across the Atlantic for 21 days with 2,500 "new friends"
and a life adventure (no longer do I travel on vacations) in 2008 when I traveled to Sorrento, Italy to rent an apartment in town and live as an Italian!
Solo travel, not single travel is freeing! There is nothing like the experience of knowing you can do what ever you want. No worry that your companion does not care to walk to the top of the tower, eat whenever you wish, sit and read all afternoon in the piazza if you find the urge, I can go on and on.
When i returned I found my life, attitude and future had changed. I no longer had worry line, lost sleep in fear of my next appointment, and most of all I discovered I was happy!
You may think this is odd but working 24/7 for the past 20 years I never took time to just be.
Time to think, reflect, expand ideas. It is amazing what the mind can create when it is given space.
What I discovered about solo travel will be posted soon.
Ciao bella!
