I learned some things about traveling solo. I’m not sure whether it would be helpful to share them, they may only be meaningful to me.
All week I had moments of being tired and a little homesick. Now I have a sad feeling about going home. My last day today began a little roughly. They usually do when I’m tired and forget to say please at the cafe. Saturday night in Florence is a lot like Saturday night in Pioneer Square. The young people coming out of bars kept me up late.
My tour of the Pitti Palace gardens took place in the pouring rain, but later a leather vender cleaned my shoes for me and we had a long discussion about immigration. I had a nice gelato with an Irish couple who had resettled in Paris. They were full of good advice.
These encounters are what keep me going day to day. It is exhausting however, to always be meeting someone new, rather than to have contact with someone familiar. That is the difficult thing about traveling solo. So although I’m sad to be ending my adventure, I find comfort in packing tonight.
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