Conveying my experiences as a woman solo traveler is a primary goal of this blog but not the only one. However, since my last trip to Chile is only days and weeks in the past I am tempted to draw upon my time and experiences there.

The countries may differ, but the reactions to my traveling alone rarely do. Many people I meet say I am brave, for some, I suspect this is a euphemism for crazy. Others will speak of similar desires-I wish them well. Traveling alone is simply a choice and not much more. I am often reading about people undertaking far more adventurous and dangerous exploits; in comparison my travels are rather ordinary.

Choosing to travel solo is prompted by various desires; freedom is most likely at the top of the list-it is for me. Seeking lessons in self-reliance, self-confidence and getting to know oneself likely follow close behind.

I met, by chance, a number of people traveling alone for the first time. They spoke of their initial fear (that doesn’t necessarily go away) and their joy. Perhaps the greatest revelation of traveling alone is that you are rarely by yourself, unless you wish to be.