So I’m a little late to the party, we’re already 13 days into 2019, but better late than never right?
When I first told my family that I was going backpacking around Europe for the summer on my own they were worried. This is a natural reaction from parents and who loves you and want you to be safe. The once in a blue moon horror stories on the news of solo travellers going missing, and picturing their little girl in a hostel full of strangers wasn’t so comforting. At the same time, they knew it was going to be an incredible experience, a much greater adventure than staying in our small English town. It was perfectly acceptable for a guy to go off and travel the world by themselves, but not for us girls? Being a bit stubborn, and fuelled with the inspiration and advice of my fellow travel bloggers, I headed to the airport.