As a solo traveler, you have a very short amount of time to discover wether or not you make for excellent company…or if you’re a complete bore. If it turns out to be the latter, maybe your trip won’t look as you’ve imagined, but that sure as hell doesn’t have to make it unsuccessful or meaningless. Maybe you’ll learn how to hang out with yourself, a skill I’ve found to be mighty important. Fortunately for this introvert, I’m well practiced in the art of being my own companion. In most cases it involves some sort of hot drink-in London’s case, cup after cup after cup of tea. And maybe one cup of coffee, because I can’t seem to resist excellent branding. (I’m talking to you, Monmouth Coffee Company).
Let’s just say this: London and I got along just fine. Something about that city made it feel like home in a way that Florence just never has. I’ll be back.