Travel in any form is a special kind of adventure, but there is extra beauty in traveling by yourself.
You alone choose how you want to fill every minute of your days and nights: what to do, what to eat, where to go, and how to get there.
While I love the freedom and the time spent only with my own thoughts and the books that I invariably carry in my purse (along with other essentials, such as a camera, passport, and lip balm), it’s a paradox of travel and life that being alone makes you so approachable to strangers.
Some of my most human connections (and best stories) come from the similar souls whom I’ve encountered on my travels.
We may have only spent a few minutes or a few days together, but meeting you and sharing brief moments changes me for the better every time.
This is my ode to those people…


Just for my closest friends here you can read my personal and deep feelings. You know the password.