Overview of Solo Journeys

I got a job and my first vacation was in September. For his birthday, colleagues wished to celebrate him under the Eiffel Tower with a croissant in their mouths. In Paris means in Paris, I thought and bought tickets Chelyabinsk-Moscow-Barcelona-Paris-Brussels-Moscow-Chelyabinsk. Well, not to waste time on emotions. This trip became memorable not only for me, but for my whole family: thanks to a chance acquaintance and a random foreigner, on the highway between France and Brussels (where I got by bus), my things, documents (foreign passport and for some reason even a Russian one) and the phone left to ride in an unknown direction. To say that this trip made me think soberly is an understatement. But honestly, despite the terrible situation, I sincerely retained a share of irony in myself and understood that when it was over, I would remember it with a smile. Now I understand that such stories will be passed on from children to grandchildren and will live forever at the family table.

Unfortunately, I can’t say that at least on one trip I really relaxed. I am such a person: I need to share my emotions with someone, to give joy from what I see. And when you are alone, you can only contemplate, perhaps this has yet to be learned, but later. This is a unique experience - traveling alone! Which has pros and cons. But one thing I know for sure - if one day you decide to go solo, this trip risks becoming one of the most memorable events in your life.

I have a twin sister. We are very close, we are friends, we work, we develop together, but sometimes we do such trips - solo retreats to be alone with ourselves. For Gemini, this solitary state is something that needs to be learned, because from the very beginning you are always with someone.

In September, I went to St. Petersburg, alone. It was two weeks, one of which fell on a solitary stay in a family cottage village in Sestroretsk near the bay and the lake, and the second week was more “secular” - I stayed in a cozy one-room apartment on the Fontanka with my own entrance from the courtyard of the well. These were two completely different weeks... Loneliness, silence of the first - walks along the bay, wind, rain in the dormer window, warm lanterns and meeting with yourself. In the second week there were meetings with friends in cozy coffee houses and the noise of the city, from which one could always hide in a cozy apartment. However, it was not so lonely with him. You can always go outside, because there is a whole Peter.

I got silence. Of course, my sister and I are often silent, because the twins do not always need to speak, but it was some other kind of silence. Silence, when there is no one in the room except me, both in the kitchen and in the bathroom. I was talking on the speaker phone, listening to music or watching a movie without headphones. There were walks along the embankment late in the evening and spontaneous decisions to go to eat soup in a Chinese restaurant opposite. You do not depend on anyone, and no one depends on you. And here the point is rather that there is no place for additional dialogue, even non-verbal. After all, when there is someone nearby, you always think about yourself and about him, about you. And solo travel allows you to give a place only to yourself.

I have traveled alone many times. Each trip is magical in its own way.