If you have traveled alone some of these elements might seem familiar to you and if you have not, they probably won’t. First, it does take some guts to adventure solo, and I am not just tooting my own horn here. I am a modest person however I am not one to shy away from a challenge, even if the challenge is riddling me with self-doubt. Traveling alone comes with a bit of self-doubt, a bit of fear and a bit of anxiety. The other side of the coin is that it is incredibly empowering, important and confidence building.
The “having a purpose” part of travel is not so challenging. I have to get to my plane. I have to find my seat. I have to take a taxi to the hotel. Purpose, plan, easy - it’s the other stuff that proves difficult. I have to leave my hotel room, alone, and get my dinner, alone. Yikes! Comfort zone blown! Not only do I have to eat alone which is awkward and uncomfortable, but I have to order in a language at which I completely flail. Expressing yourself and personality is nearly impossible in a second, not fluent language. This is extremely tough for an extrovert like myself. Us extroverts like to connect with other people and this connection is quite tricky in a second language. I strive to be respectful as a traveler and at least try to conquer ordering food in another language but shit- NOT EASY! Ok, I will admit it, room service may have been utilized, I'm not going to lie. Going to the race was amazing, inspiring and awesome. Every single race I attend leaves me wanting more, as any good vice does. Aside from the excitement of the race experience, it was not too difficult to acclimate to the setting since there is a plan and purpose involved. I am fairly certain I professed my love to my cab driver, when I was trying to tell him I love MotoGP. I either scared him or flattered him, I will never know which. I felt at home among the fans there - the love of the sport has no borders and the spectators came from all corners for the world. A real motorcycle melting pot. Once the thrill of the race faded and I became just another traveler I again had to face the world with myself as my only company. I like myself but I had to give myself a hardy pep talk each day as I left the hotel to have my worldly encounters. I have to say though I am glad I did indeed leave the hotel to see the streets of Valencia. Since I had nothing but time, walking was my mode of transportation and did I ever walk. Again, it felt purposeful and not at all self-conscious once I was exploring by foot. Valencia is a lovely, beautiful city full of life and culture. I love it. And I will be back. Maybe even for the 2018 MotoGP Championship. When I do visit again, I might bring a companion to share the inspiration and experiences.