I am a solo traveler. I am also the kind of traveler that does not plan, does not book hotels ahead of time, and does not have a set itinerary.
I am in Paris now traveling for the first time in my adult life with my mom and my sister. It’s been quite a different experience, to say the least. What they refer to as “the book,” determines how our days are going to go and it was drafted who knows how long ago. Museum passes were purchased from the other side of the ocean.
Train tickets and food, budgeted. I am being the passenger in the back seat of a hyper planned adventure and I am enjoying almost every minute of it. The thing is, I love the more unexpected adventures to follow an unknown path and to be faced with the uncertainty of every day. But for a change, this Paris trip is not too shabby. I mean, who can complain with these views?
During this trip, I haven’t had to think about anything, just turn right and then left when the tour guide says to. To be honest, it sometimes becomes more challenging to abide by the plan than it was to sleep in the isle of a bus before turning up in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. All the while walking in the cold with no idea where I would find a warm bed. But I don’t know how the two ladies I am traveling with would feel about that. So for now, tour guides and daily plans will do. So, I’ve come to truly understand how there are different types of tourists, just as there are different kinds of people.
Some stick to a plan, some plan as they go, and some, like me, feel like if there is a plan there’s the possibility of things going wrong. Yet if there is no plan there’s a guarantee everything will turn out just fine. If there are no expectations, there will be no disappointments. I am writing about traveling, but all of a sudden, I feel like I am talking about life. Anyway, keep on traveling, enjoy the journey, plan—or don’t—but above all, keep on living.
What kind of traveler are you? Or, what kind of traveler would you like to be?