I was 19 when I travelled alone for the first time. Cuba. I had been “back” to the Caribbean with my parents throughout my childhood and adolescence so travelling wasn’t foreign to me.
I had discussed a trip with friends, but as the date approached, people dropped off. I had to make the decision to either postpone the trip or go alone. And this is when I learned a lesson that has informed my simple philosophy on travelling: It’s lovely to be in good company, but if you keep waiting on other people, you’ll miss out on things you really want to do. So I wander. Often alone. And I have yet to regret a trip.