Due to some unforeseen circumstances, it turns out that I will actually be spending a bit of time alone on my trip to Munich next week. I’ll be flying out myself, checking into the hotel myself, spending from Friday at 11 a.m. until Saturday at 6 pm. alone…
When I first found this out, I did everything I could to try to make it not happen. I tried desperately to convince sisters and friends to pick up the extra ticket and come with me. Last minute. Next weekend. To Munich.
As any sane person would mostly likely deduct, no one could make this happen that quickly.
And so, here I am. Traveling alone for the very first time. And I gotta say, as scary and daunting as it first seemed, I’m beginning to finally come around to it. So it will be an adventure. So I’ll be forced to figure out everything from flight transfers to directions to activities all by my lonesome. It will be the beginning of a new era—and if all goes according to plan, maybe this will become a new thing for me. Vacations just for me, only taking into consideration where I want to go? Could be that I’m on to something new….
Bis bald, my friends! (And I think I’d better learn a bit more German before I head off to Munich by myself next week than just that one phrase…I’ll have to work on that).