Sometimes, being solo and traveling is hard. You see something so breathtaking, so amazing, such an example of the beauty of the world before you … you turn to convey your joy of the moment … and … nothing. The space beside you is void of anyone.
There are times when solo travel is exhausting. It’s cold. It’s rainy. You hurt from falling on your ass. Hard.
And, then there are times when solo travel is exactly what it is meant to be:
This photo was not one of those awesome solo travel moments. It was the other one. But, shortly after this photo was taken, I snapped out of my funk, met some great travelers, and was on to my next spot, Romania.
I love this picture because it echoes how I was feeling at that moment: dreary, muted, and yet, peaceful.