Have you
ever considered travelling alone? Is the idea of leaving your comfort zone
without a hand to hold exciting and also terrifying? I’m going to tell you the story
of my first solo travels.
Way back in
September 2012 I said a temporary good-bye to my life in Canada and flew away
to Europe. My first stop was Amsterdam and I couldn’t have been more excited.
Flying doesn’t
bother me and jetlag isn’t really an issue so I was ready for adventure as soon
as I got off the plane.
Issue #1 – I
neglected to remind myself about the language barriers I would experience in
Europe. I couldn’t read any signs or maps and I wasn’t super keen on
approaching a stranger to ask where to go.
I did
eventually find an airport employee who pointed me in the direction of the bus
terminal, told me which bus to take and what stop to get off at. Never
underestimate the kindness of strangers. They won’t be pleasant 100% of the
time, but knowing what I know now I would be willing to risk it.
With my
first obstacle down I got on my bus and then off my bus at the appropriate
stop.
Issue #2 – I
still couldn’t read any signs, didn’t have a map and my bags were much too
heavy.
I found a
really lovely man that was happy to point me in the right direction and I
eventually made it to the hostel.
Going on
walking tours and talking to the other travellers was a great way to keep from
feeling like I was alone, because I WASN’T.
The next
city I was in was Frankfurt, Germany.
Issue #3 - I
never tried to meet or talk to anyone in the time I was here. Everyone seemed
to already be in groups and doing what they wanted and I never found any tours
so I felt a bit isolated for my first day. When I woke up on day 2 I realized,
I’m in Germany!!
I really had
to learn to accept the silence and make the best of it. I ended up having a
really amazing day by myself.
After
Frankfurt I went to live with my Au Pair family. That is a story for an
entirely different post though.
The language
barrier continued to be an issue that came up here or there. I remember going
out for my first afternoon in Athens. I lived in a suburb so I had to take a
bus to the metro and then ride the metro into the city.
The little
old man who worked at the newspaper stand that sold the bus tickets didn’t
speak one single word or English. Literally, not one word. That very first time
I went in there we played impromptu charades for 5 minutes and he still couldn’t
understand what I was asking for. I had nearly accepted defeat when another man
walked in, understood what I was asking and translated for me. From that point
on I just walked in and smiled at him, he would get my ticket, I gave him exact
change for it and we nodded our silent thank you and good-byes. You have got to
do what is necessary.
I don’t
consider this to be an issue because it was one of the greatest learning
experiences for me.
The biggest “issue”
I experienced on my 5 months away from home was the one single time I felt
homesick.
It was my
first island adventure when I was in Greece. I took my bus to the metro and the
metro to the port where I got on my ferry and sailed off to Aegina. Everything
was going well until I got off the ferry on the island and realized I didn’t
pre-book accommodations for the first time.
For a reason
I can’t remember anymore I decided to take a bus to the far side of the island
and stay there. I really quickly found a nice hotel to stay in and headed right
back out to explore.
That’s when
it hit me. I was alone on an island, my family is so far away and every shop
and restaurant is closed… I didn’t know what to do with myself, I felt lonely
and kind of scared. I actually spent about 3 solid hours trying to convince
myself not to leave the island right then. I had to learn to enjoy my own
company eventually so why not do it on a gorgeous Greek island.
Staying
there turned out to be one of the most memorable parts of my trip. I had the best ice cream while wandering the tiny streets, I met a really lovely
couple from South Africa and had a conversation in English (I had really missed
that!) In the morning I was awake early enough to watch the most incredible
sunrise over the sea and then as the day got warmer I got to swim in that sea. This wasn't just one of the most memorable parts of my trip, but a highlight of my life. Watching the sunrise like that was unforgettable.
Even though
I continued to have moments of panic it turned out to be so perfect. That
experience and the things I learned while I was there are not something I will
forget about any time soon and they helped me to be okay for future travels.
The best
thing to know is that when those feelings come, whatever they are;
homesickness, loneliness or fear, they will also pass. You will remember where
you are and how incredible it can be. You will learn from those things and it
will make future travel even more exciting. Not many adventures come without a
hiccup or two. Embrace those things and continue to travel.