“How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.”
― Emily Dickinson
So, I like traveling alone. Not just a little bit, but a lot a bit. I think it feeds two needs: 1) My need to be alone - being an introvert, by nature I struggle being with people 2) My need to do what I want, when I want - I'm like a two year old this way. So when I decided to go on a trip at the end of my year in the UK, going on my own was a dream come true. Where to go, and how long to travel were much harder choices to make. I, of course, started with an elaborate plan that spanned four countries, two weeks and transportation included air, rail, and water. However, the price tag was a little steep, so I scaled it back to two cities and nine days.
