Party of One Perks!

Starsky had Hutch, Cheech had Chong, and Thelma had Louise. Who does Katie have? DIdley–as in Didley Squat. It’s true, I’m often traveling alone because if I were to actually believe I had a buddy named Didley Squat, the only trip I’d be taking would be to the loony bin. While I have had the pleasure of traveling with friends and family, I’d say that the majority of the traveling I’ve done was solo. Speaking of Solo, how lucky was Han to have Chewbacca? He would make the coolest companion. Or maybe not. Because would the folks at the Vatican let a creature that looks like a giant hairy dog into St. Peter’s Basilica?
Probably not.
So while I do spend a lot of time pining for a travel partner, there are certainly many benefits of traveling by yourself. Here are just a few of my favorites:
While I don't encourage "crashing" events or local gatherings, scoring one invite can be a lot easier than a plus one or more.

While I don’t encourage “crashing” events or local gatherings, scoring one invite can be a lot easier than a plus one or more.


Budging is Easier Sans Buddy.

That line to get into St. Peter’s Basilica can be hours long. rent a car . It’s much easier to cut the line if you’re by yourself. Just joking, you should wait your turn! The rest of the perks are more serious.




You Don’t Have to Feel Selfish. 

For getting the best bed or being first in the shower and using all the hot water. Granted, selfish people may be more prone to traveling alone, but I think it’s also a great idea for selfless people to travel alone so they realize just how nice a hot shower and firm mattress can feel after a long day of traveling.


Truth be told, there is no such thing as the “last seat” on a chicken bus in Central America. They don’t know the concept of full capacity.


You Can Take the Last One!

If there’s only one more ticket for an express train or one seat left in an otherwise sold-out concert, you never need to wait for the next one. I also run into this problem when shopping with my friends. If there’s only one size small left, who gets it?




You Can’t Really Complain.

Other than your waiter or the hotel concierge, who are you going to complain to? Exactly. So when my foot hurt when I was in Granada recently, I didn’t have to waste any breath talking about the pain.


If you don’t have a timer on your camera, you’re pretty much limited to the length of your arm for self-portraits.

All Photos are Flattering. 

When you travel alone, you have complete control over how, or even if, you are captured on camera. For example, I’m sensitive about pictures taken during the peak of my sunburn, but when I travel alone, I never have to worry about finding any unflattering photos of me posted on Facebook. Not that it’s a huge worry, but it’s nice to not have to check to see if I’ve been tagged looking jet-lagged.





Note: These are just a few of the perks of the party of one. There are many more! As Frank Sinatra would say, “I did it my way.”


And has Billy Joel would say, “I go to extremes.” See photo on the left!








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