Let’s have a walk down the memory lane 🙂
With no content to write about while we’re all stuck at home and travel is either prohibited or, at least, not advisable at all (even domestic travelling), I have been looking through the content of the last 5 years.
I remember having this epiphany. For years I had been wanting to travel. For the first time I felt I was finally in a good position financially. And then I realised I was living in London, a city with so many international connections that going to Paris or Brussels, was literally just a little over 2 hours away.
Belgium was the chosen destination for my first true solo travel experience. I did go to London alone, but that was to work and live, not for travelling purposes. I had flown to places by myself before, but I was always meeting someone at the destination point. So, for the first time, I was not only doing the actual journey alone, I was also going to spend a few days, touring Belgium by myself. I was actually never nervous about it. It was what we would say a safe destination – in Europe, just a train ride away (I became bolder with experience).
I do remember the feeling I had when it was over. Oh my. I felt so proud of myself. Looking back now it sounds so silly. In 2019 I actually toured Mexico alone, and a lot of people still think I’m missing some important screws in my head. But that little trip to Belgium was a start of something huge in my life. The realisation that the world was mine to explore. I could do it alone and enjoying the experience thoroughly. Nobody could stop me. I was a free woman in a free world. Privileged enough to continue to do it. And so I did, until Covid-19 hit.
So here are some postcards from that trip. Enjoy!
Where was you first solo trip to?
Check my posts about the locations I visited in Belgium: