It gets lonely sometimes.

The first time I went away knowing more or less nobody was when I was 16. I went to Cork, Ireland, for a month to improve my English skills.

The second time I traveled alone was two years ago when I went to Buenos Aires, Argentina, for an internship.

If the first time everything was safe and cozy, the second time was a real adventure: I didn´t speak Spanish and I didn´t have a room/hotel/bridge to go to. But it was ok, I managed to solve all the problems, met incredible people and had the time of my life.

This time is my third time going completely solo, and it´s hard. I know that it will sound sad, but I can´t find friends or people to talk to here. I am seen as the foreigner and that´s it. Plus this is a tiny village, meaning that the people of my age went away leaving behind children, middle-aged people, a lot of grandmas, grandpas and quite a few donkeys.

Aoufous, Morocco 2015 @Pandaonavespa
Aoufous, Morocco 2015 @Pandaonavespa

The problem is that I am a herd animal and I need other people to talk to, that´s why being here is so hard. What to do? Well, I walk. At first I didn´t like walking here because of the weird random encounters, but finally I understood that it was the only thing cheering me up.

So that´s what I do: I walk around, I observe, I absorb what´s around me and (yes) I hope that time will fly quickly.

Traveling solo, or living solo abroad, might get hard and unpleasant, but there always is one tiny little thing that keeps us going. 

4 thoughts on “When traveling solo gets lonely, there´s always something to cheer you up

    1. Hi! I have been stalking and loving your blog on Bloglovin lately =)

      You´re right: I completely am out if my comfort zone here. And it sometimes is frightening and some other times it´s absolutely exciting!


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