There are no foreign lands. It is the traveller only who is foreign.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
This is the first time I’m writing about any of my solo trips. I’ve traveled alone a few times, but I would not call myself a seasoned traveler (especially given how frazzled I get while packing) and I haven’t made it to nearly as many places as I’d like to have been to. I’m learning as I go along, from the mistakes I make as well the ones I don’t. There are times when I do extremely touristy things and times when I don’t do things every single guidebook walks tourists through. E.g. I didn’t go up the Eiffel Tower when I was in Paris: It was too crowded and I had only 4 days in that beautiful, mesmerising city. I was able to spend only 3 days in Rome last time but its beauty left its indelible mark. It rained the last time I was there. But in Rome it felt like it just added to the romantic winter atmosphere of the ancient city. Whether it’s luck or the coin I threw over my shoulder into the Trevi Fountain I’m glad to be going back there for two weeks this time.