I don’t think that I would be very good as a solo traveler on a regular basis…I mean I will do it but prefer not to if other wise able to have someone join me on the journey.
Not that I doubt this. It just occurred to me.
It was the cup that said it all.
The hotel coffee was probably okay, but the fake cold creamer (shelf stable, I know the brand) made it quite off-putting.
So. I ventured out. Still early, but later than usual and the coffee shop was still closed.
14 minutes I had to wait.
Others didn’t. (I guess I was a bit more desperate.)
Because, you see, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
He makes my coffee every single day.
But this morning, in my hotel room, just me (and my average cup of coffee) I noticed that it was reminding me. Solo traveler. Right there on the lid. (As if I wasn’t already fully aware of being alone in a city of 8.1 million others.)
~ Dawn aka Hat Girl