*Throwback Post Alert*
In 2015, traveling to Europe was just a dream… until it wasn’t. If you’ve read my About Me page, you’ll know that my mother is from Ireland. As a child, I traveled there frequently with my family but had not returned since 2001. School, sports, finances, etc., kept my family and me from returning together.
In 2015, I was finishing up my sophomore year of college. I was going through a transition period, and it was the perfect occasion to take the trip of a lifetime. I didn’t just plan to take the trip on a whim, though. My cousin was getting married in London. So, I stole my parents’ invite and decided I was going to crash the party!
Just kidding about the party crashing part. Karma is real, folks!
I was about to go to my first wedding, take my first solo plane ride, and leave my parents longer than a few days for the first time.
Was I nervous? Sure.
Was I excited? You have no idea!
Fun Fact: This adventure is where the idea for this blog was first thought of, but it would take years for it to finally come to fruition.
In this series of posts, I’ll be telling the story of my first trip to England and my first solo trip to Ireland. Along the way, I’ll be sharing photos from the trip and as much as I can remember. Don’t forget, three years have gone by, and there was a fair bit of alcohol consumed during my time in my mother’s homeland.
What was the first time you traveled alone? Have you ever or do you always bring a partner? Comment below!
Photo Info: View of Dublin from the Guinness Storehouse’s Gravity Bar.
Read Part 2 here.