I will be visiting Peru and Bolivia later this month. As I’ve shared this news with people little by little, I’ve realized something– I’ve reached a point in my travels where people are not surprised that I’m taking off and not concerned with where I’m actually going, as long as they have an idea of the general direction. A few days ago I had a conversation with my sister that went a little something like this:
Sister: You didn’t tell me you were going to Chile!
Me: That’s because I’m not, I’m going to Peru and Bolivia.
Sister: Oh, cool! Have fun in Chile!
Okay, so that wasn’t the entire conversation and she was joking when she told me to have fun in Chile. But the general reaction from most people I’ve told so far (unless they have a particular interest in Peru or Bolivia) has been pretty whatever-ish. Gone are the days of my travel announcements being met with surprise and/or enthusiastic encouragement. It’s sad to see that the excitement of taking my first intrepid travel steps is behind me, but it’s nice to move into a new personal era of travel.
I will be traveling solo for the first time. I’ve dabbled in solo travel before, but definitely not to this extent. Although I’ve toyed with the idea of booking a tour or trying to see if anyone can travel with me, there is something in the back of my mind encouraging me to go alone and challenge myself. I will book short tours when necessary and hopefully make it around by myself the rest of time. Nervousness hasn’t set in yet, it’s still a little too early. Right now I am at the point where I am excited to see what I have only seen in images come to life and to make the unknown known…