I love traveling on my own. I’ve traveled with someone before and after a while I just wanted to get out of the trip and go home. Too much time together and dealing with the other person’s quirks drove me crazy. My kids are now used to my traveling on my own, and are very proud of it. Last year I drove across Canada and racked up 18,000 km in 4 weeks. I have met some very interesting people on my travels and have had many enjoyable experiences on my own.
At a few restaurants the waiter has brought me a newspaper to read while I wait but I don’t need that since I love to people watch and just enjoy my surroundings.
I’m very introverted and sometimes when introduced to a new person I become quite tongue-tied and and it gets embarrassing because the other person thinks I.m stand-offish..
At the ripe old age age of 70 I have finally come into my own. I love being on my own. I love traveling on my own and I love that I don’t have to be with anyone if I don’t want to.