The magical experience I lived that I would love to share with you
When I was 15 years old, all I could think about was traveling. I used to research everything about every country, every culture and even every religion; In general, I was thirsty for knowledge and giant curiosity with the "what's beyond?"
Although I always dreamed of Asia or Europe (I am from Chile, South America, very far from those continents), my biggest dream was to go on a solo trip to Brazil, the most amazing, vibrant, colourful and even a little dangerous country, the one that I had already visited several times, but not in the way I would've liked, always with my family and friends.
When I was 21 I couldn't take it anymore, my desire to travel was even bigger than before (something I thought was impossible) and with the help and motivation of my mother, I bought my plane ticket, and so, without realising it , my dream began to come true.
As the months passed and the date of the flight approached, my anxiety grew, but it wasn't because I was afraid of being alone or all the danger that, unfortunately, for the fact of being a woman could've brought me. It was because of the really high expectations I had created for so many years, I had spent countless hours imagining myself in these perfect places, meeting new people in such a perfect way, that I feared not to live an experience as incredible as I had imagined.
When I arrived in Rio de Janeiro and the humidity slapped me, I knew from that moment that my life was going to change.
The days went by and the experiences were exactly as I thought, I met so many amazing people (my only concern was the fear of being rejected and being alone, but in the end, even when I wanted to be alone, I met new people), I visited the most beautiful places and also, I met a new me, full of desires and without fear.
I used to be a very shy person, very worried all the time about what people would think of me or my actions (although I always said that I didn't care, clearly I was lying to myself). On this trip I forced me to believe in myself and to do everything that made me feel uncomfortable, from talking with random people at the beach to talking to the guy that I thought was cute, because my philosophy was "If not I do now, where nobody knows me, when? "
When I returned to Chile, I felt different and I missed everything that had happened in that country, but I was also happy to go back home and see my family and friends that, for 1 and a half month I hadn't seen. The best month and a half I have had in my life.
For me, my solo trip was transformative and left me with a strong desire for knowledge and wanting more and more. I am no longer afraid of being alone because (as I mentioned before) I learned that when you travel alone you are never really alone, you meet people every day and make friends for life if the connection was really strong. And even if it weren't like that, you will never be alone again, after that kind of experience, the best friend and faithful companion of each traveler becomes yourself.
Was your experience as wonderful as mine? I would love to hear your stories.
This was my first post in Reddit (ever), sorry beforehand for my probably not that good english grammar.
Submitted March 19, 2019 at 09:35PM by lacaraenlaventana https://ift.tt/2Fq36t5
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