Catching and Curing the Solo Travel Blues
I knew it was going to happen. Almost every other travel blogger I grew to love and followed faithfully during my year of planning has at least one post about it.
I knew it was going to happen. Almost every other travel blogger I grew to love and followed faithfully during my year of planning has at least one post about it.
Those see-as-many-museums-as you-can-possibly-fit-into-2-days passes seem like a good deal at first glance. They are tempting, costing the equivalent of generally 2.5 to 3 entrance fees. I could easily see 3 museums in a couple of days, right? Wrong.
After Paris it was Luxembourg. Why? Because I am mosying my way to Aachen. Why Aachen? Not because of Charlemang, not to see any particular building, nothing to do with an historical event.
I am on the train, speeding my way to Luxembourg. My stay in Paris is over, at least the physical aspect is. The essence of Paris is likely to linger, coating, colouring the tangents of my thoughts for the next little while. ‘Did you like Paris?’ It’s complicated …
Paris is full. There is not a square centimetre left empty. My eyes keep pulling in the details, packing sights, sounds, smells, impressions, random reactions into every crevice of my brain. And so, now my head is full.