Since I was a kid I was always amazed by those writers who had travelled the world and written amazing works on their experiences and adventures. By that time I had never heard of a woman doing the same but I wanted to be like them, I wanted to see the world, discover other landscapes, meet different people who could show me other ways of living and feeling life. I felt that would make life make a perfect sense and it would be a well-lived life. As you can imagine I have always been a romantic... 😉
But after many years of travelling with good company, I have started to travel on my own out of necessity and I have discovered I feel like one of those old-fashioned travellers, just going somewhere and see what happens, which new things I discover, how people live and whoch stories they share with me. Anybody in this world can tell you something precious as long as they want to talk. And you can also teach them things. As a woman, there is something curious happening. One can be afraid something bad may happen to you but at the same time, more people approach to talk to you and you are even better treated as a solo woman traveller than if you were with your partner or friends. That brings me back trust in humanity and creates beautiful moments.
Anyway, it's also hard to travel alone. You specially miss somebody to share your experiences with on a deep level, to live adventures with now and then, to rely to in case of need or problems. Sometimes you miss home, and when my health is not the best, it's not nice to be in an unknown place.
But in the end, with the pass of the days, the place is not so unknown anymore, some corners start to become yours and when you leave, you will come back home with a piece of those places forever. You will have created new experiences, new loves, and you will have changed a bit forever...
There is nothing like walking in unknown places to find yourself completely.
And you feel free and in peace.
And you feel like a human being.
And you finally feel alive.