At some point, I started to realize that I travel a little bit differently.
Maybe it was when I studied abroad in London. After arriving at Heathrow airport, instead of hiring a taxi to drive me straight to my new university like everyone else did, I decided to navigate the Tube. All alone, with my 50-lb suitcase.
Maybe it was when I told friends and co-workers that I was going to Alaska. They immediately asked which cruise I was taking. No cruise – just a good old-fashioned road trip.
Maybe it was when I went to Spain and wanted to visit the Valle de los Caídos monument. Online, everything I read said I needed to find a tour group if I was really interested in going; it’s too difficult to attempt alone. Challenge accepted.
For me, travel is independent and intentional. I do things my own way. I’m not interested in organized groups for the most part – I relish the freedom to experience a place on my own terms. I crave the opportunity for spontaneity, for new friends, for testing myself and taking risks. I don’t like short cuts; I live for taking the scenic route, going the long way, immersing myself in a place and its culture.
If you’re like me – or you want to travel this way, too – you’re in the right place.
