Liberating, it certainly is. Traveling alone can offer complete independence. You can do what you want on your own terms, without worrying about another person’s plans or itineraries. You can make last-minute impulsive decisions. You can skip places that don’t interest you too much. When you find a spot that really reverberates within you for some reason you can go back there as many times as you like without anyone grumbling about your obsession. You can spend hours lingering about in shops or looking at sculptures and paintings. The downside is that you don’t bring home many or, as in my case, any pictures of yourself in the beautiful places you’ve visited.
But with that sort of freedom, comes a lot–a LOT–of choice. In fact, with no one else being affected by my itineraries at all, I found it extremely difficult to plan details of the trip. I, basically, couldn’t make up my mind about anything. Should I do day trips? If so, where to? And how many? How many days should I stay in Rome? Will I want a lot of leisure time or should I go on a lot of tours? Should I start them right away or give myself a day to get over jet lag, etc.? I know I’ve mentioned fairly often how confused I’ve been, but I cannot stress it enough. I have been unable to make up my mind, letting any reasonable options spar with each other.