Erika's story | Viaggio da sola perché

It is not easy to say when it started my passion for travel, I think I’ve always been. I remember when my parents took me around the mountains with the excuse of finding the “Sasso Barbasso” the next bend; so I reached many shelters around the Alps.

It ‘easy, however, to understand the reasons why I started traveling alone: I had no friends or friends who accompany me, but I never wanted this to stop me.

My first trip, even though I had the support of a friend to the house, was in Indonesia, even a week after the attack in Bali and throughout the period of Ramadan. I was not a tourist, but in a house in the middle of Manado on the sea front. I experienced the reality of the place, including the funeral of a relative of a person who had met on the spot. From that moment I realized that traveling alone was still a journey, and it is perhaps the one I prefer.

Travel alone because the trip helps me grow.

I admit, traveling alone is not easy. You must overcome many fears, many prejudices, but once you overcame them traveling helps you grow, teaches to feel good about themselves, to experience new cultures, to understand your limits and exceed them.

My pilgrimage alone did not bring much around at the moment: Indonesia, Nashville and London, but I would like my list is put forth yet.

The only things that I decided to follow my heart is and he’ll decide my next destination.