This time, my disappointment over not traveling was an opportunity for growth instead of an irritant and I needed to make a decision. Either I needed to start traveling alone or not travel and be upset. It was frightening thinking of traveling alone and required some major soul-searching. It wasn’t an easy decision. Me, out there in the big, scary world all by myself; it sounded terrifying. But, I had to decide between which would make me feel worse—traveling alone or not traveling at all?
I decided to try traveling alone. First on my agenda, was Manhattan. But, not quite trusting my decision, I asked my sister to join me. It was her first trip to New York and my fourth. She hated it. She hated its pace, noise, the hustle and the bustle of New York. Everything that makes Manhattan, Manhattan! I couldn’t believe she could hate New York. It was difficult getting her out of our hotel room. While the hotel room was fine, the city is where everything happens. I set out on my own exploring the nooks and crannies of a city so alive I don’t know how any one ever sleeps. I made dinner reservations for midnight—where else could I do that (excluding Las Vegas)?
Manhattan remains one of my favorite places in the world. I sleep very little when there. Usually, there’s so much to do I stumble back to my hotel room passing out from sheer exhaustion. For me, that’s the way to do New York. At sixty-four, with some ailments, I’ve had to slow down a bit, but I still push it to my limits.
My sister’s opinion of New York gave me more reason why I should travel alone. I’m the only person I have to confer or consult what to do, where to go and when. I can compromise, but it’s challenging traveling with someone else and still satisfying all involved. But alone I’m the only person I have to please. My mind was made up.
My three twenty-something year-old grandchildren say I’m not like their friends’ grandmothers. I say to them, “that’s because I’m a 21stCentury Nana,” and a name was born. (I don’t like the “G” word) but, I’m a single nana, uh hmm, grandmother, traveling the world, solo.
I’ve developed this website to share travels, adventures, tips and journeys of a single woman baby-boomer. I’m discovering the world and its wonders. Traveling alone isn’t frightening as I thought it would be because people everywhere are quite happy to talk about their lives or yours and particularly their town, city or country. I’ve delightfully discovered another side of me exists. A side not afraid to get lost or to discover parts of a city or town either on the back pages of the travel guides or not listed at all.