DavidShag (a friend, and favorite blogger of mine, for whom I would lie to homeland security to protect) left me a comment that it seemed I knew how to enjoy myself. I was on vacation with my children, and yes, I do know how, have learned how to enjoy myself. That wasn’t always the case.
I remember one of the first trips I took alone was when I was 18, almost 19. It was with a bunch of Travel Agents from all over the country, and I didn’t know a one of them. I was quiet and shy, not used to putting myself out there, so, I made no effort to get to know any of them. In fact most Travel Agents (on what used to be called FAM trips), drank like fish (free booze) and smoked like chimneys. They were an awesome sight to behold, but, since I didn’t really put myself out there, they didn’t either. I spent the first part of the trip miserable and lonely. I couldn’t stand my roommate, who although not much older than I was, acted like she was years older and took it upon herself to "report" me the night I was sick with a migraine and didn’t go to the Don Ho Show. (OK, I did go out and shop after I felt better, but she didn’t know that) LOL (I’ve seen him many times since). I think I remember telling her to get lost… maybe not in such nice terms (the bitch).
I decided I wasn’t going to end the trip the way it started, so, I talked to people, went and sat with them at meals, asked questions, etc. It wasn’t easy, but I knew that being alone was worse. I found once I tried, they were warm funny people, and a few older perverts who hit on me, (free drinks remember), and I had fun.
Since that first trip I’ve been almost every place in the world that I’ve wanted to travel. I’ll get to the Orient, and Morocco one of these days.
Most of the time I was traveling alone, and I’ve found that talking to people, getting to know them, making that first move is a wonderful way to enjoy the whole experience. I’ve met different kinds of people, from all walks of life. Flew first class to and from England (now that’s being spoiled!). Been invited to dinner with hotel employees and dragged up on stage when they went up to be part of the dinner show. I’ve roamed small winding streets of a fishing village in the Algarve, Portugal with a young man who’s only English was limited to "I love you" lol
Got lost in Lisbon (I never get lost!) Threw up on a particularly nasty Air France Flight Attendant. Saw the Rock of Gibralter while puking my guts out over the rail of what was at that time, the largest passenger ship at sea. Spent an early sunday morning in Seattle talking to ‘winos’ in an alley who swore that if they had a good woman like me they would give up drinking, and a gentleman who every time I was in the area would find me on my way to have breakfast and tell me how he was a Vietnam Vet, down on his luck.
I guess my point is, that it’s not only the place you travel to, it’s the people that you meet along the way, and while you are there, that make it so fun and why I have such a good time. BIG HUGS, Steph