I was afraid of all of the things a woman has been told to be wary of when traveling solo, and thankfully none of those fears were realized. Instead, I unlocked a new appreciation for the magic of traveling alone.
Whether or not it was conscious, I ended up meeting and interacting with really cool older women. One of whom, I am convinced was myself from the future. Another I had the pleasure of sharing a campsite with, her name was Lynn. She told me how she got to the states, a long and amazing story from NZ to Chile (during Pinochet) to New Mexico. The next day was her 70th birthday, she was also traveling solo 💕✨.
