I’m no world traveller, but I do get around a bit more than I have in the past, and I’m starting to learn that solo work travelling isn’t as glamourous as I may have thought it would be.
The new locations, different people, and other travel adventures aren’t quite as interesting when you don’t have someone beside you to mumble “wow, did you see that crazy lady’s hat?” to. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, or maybe I just like knowing that if I go out for dinner in a foreign land and order something strange, I can always share my travel mate’s meal. It’s like a dining insurance policy for the not-so-adventurous.
Tonight I have suffered through another mediocre, room service dinner while watching bad tv in an otherwise interesting new place. I have another couple of days of work and bland pizzas ahead, but on Friday my favourite travel partner arrives for the weekend. And I couldn’t be happier at the prospect of some company!