Brock {abroad} on: Going Solo-

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First of all, a very Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating , and a Happy Holiday season to all you readers out there! This year, I am solo for my first holiday.

From Manhattan to Monaco, Mumbai to Montreal, I traveled far and wide and did it all… Solo!… But my first holiday–alone?

It started slowly hitting home in France, but once I got to Paris where snow and glazzle and dazzle could be found galore– it hit– my first holiday alone. It’s not exactly the most fun without your family during the holidays, but I am grateful to have a room of my own for the next two weeks as I plan for the year ahead. Coincidentally, I am in the exact position I was over two months ago. I think they call that ‘coming full-circle.’

It’s a lot colder now and there’s been record snowfall in Holland so far this season. I don’t really mind as I stay inside all day hibernating. The sense of place I feel when coming here gives me an extreme amount of confidence as I look back on the obvious progress I’ve made in the past few months. Where, most of the time, I was also solo. I really think it made a difference.

See my list below to learn why you need to go solo.

There are moments where I find myself, most likely, with a friend I’ve had for years or perhaps a friend I’d traveled with before who feels like a life-long friend after having hitting the road together. These are people who tend to really “get me,” who can pick things up after years without noticing,  and with whom I can be at my absolute craziest without even getting a flinch. These are people who have also occasionally  driven me crazy from just spending too much time tethered together. Because, as we all know:

too much of a good thing is, well… not good anymore. That’s when I say… Adios, Amigo!…

… and then I strap on the bag and keep on keepin’ on!  Here’s a pilgrim’s list to:

Traveling  Solo: Really, you need to give it a try… Read the rest of this entry »

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Why you shouldn’t go to Bilbao, Spain on a Monday:

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guggenheim

I wake up with a headache to the sound of a jackhammer chopping up the street below me. There are seven cigarette butts in the ashtray on my bedside table. One is standing straight up. I cross the drab and empty room and enter the bathroom to release my full bladder. There is a streak in the bowl from my violent reaction to a whole round of camembert cheese I crammed into a baguette, my final meal in France and proof that I am incredibly intolerant of lactose. There are curly black hairs stuck to the still damp bathtub and my clothes are laid out on the dresser next to some brochures for the Guggenheim museum, an architectural gem I’ve been waiting to see for years. It was an off start to my first day ‘home’, to say the least. To say the most, I felt pretty damn lonely; and I couldn’t understand why. Read the rest of this entry »

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