Solo Female Traveler
After six weeks of being with people who took care of everything from price bargaining to shopping trips to organizing events for me to attend, I returned to being a lone wolf once more. I felt my freedom again. One that engulfed me with excitement, wonder and feelings of being lost. Some people hate the feeling of being lost, but I am the opposite. I love the problem-solving aspect of how do I possibly get from point A to point B. I wasn’t being herded around anymore. I was my own company to enjoy in this beautiful city. I walked through Tel Aviv with eyes wide open, taking in the people , shops and buildings . I smiled to myself, wondering if I looked completely ridiculous looking this content alone. Then ridded myself of such thoughts with the decision that anyone else’s opinion simply doesn’t matter and I’ll smile as much as I want while I walk and explore alone.
When it came time to leave to return home, I wandered through central station collecting on my way different people who pointed me in the direction I needed to go to reach Ramla. I felt I was in my element.
A solo female traveler.
Nothing felt better.