Solo and single in the most romantic place in the world

How glossy and polished is the travel industry today? Well, I suppose it’s always been like that. Everywhere I look online, travel seems perfect and sparkly, like a clean car.

But let’s be honest here, how many times are our cars actually that shiny and clean? If you’re like me, never.

It’s the same with travel. Us bloggers paint a perfect picture of the world, because, let’s be honest, we’re paid to do that. But what about all the messy, sloppy, disorganized bits behind the scene? Where do they go? For me, sometimes on Snapchat, though often it’s just lost somewhere.

I’m the first person to admit that I’m guilty of making travel seem perfect. But I’m about to spill some major truths about my lifestyle as a professional travel blogger.

For the past decade I’ve been an unashamed hardcore solo traveler. I don’t really like people. And I definitely really don’t like traveling with people. So I go on my own. And I love it, for the most part.

But I am not going to lie, sometimes it blows. It’s not always rainbows and unicorns.

And while I tend to be more comfortable traveling on my own than with people, there are a few solo trips, moments and memories that stand out to me as being really hard.