In mid-January, I’m heading off to Paris again. As I did last spring, I’m doing another apartment swap and couldn’t be happier with the idea of wandering the narrow streets with vin chaud in hand while I gaze at the Seine pretending I’m Sabrina in Sabrina. If Sam can run off to Portland, I can go to Paris — again. So there.
One of my favorite parts about traveling alone is dining solo. I know for some this evokes a level of dread that can’t even be conveyed in words, but for me, I quite enjoy it. No matter where I am, whether it be home in New York City or some other place in the world, I find great solace in the art of dining by myself. I don’t need a book to keep me company, I don’t need to make conversation with my dinner date, I don’t even need my iPhone on my lap as a make-shift security blanket. I just need me (and we all know how impressed I am with me.)
While some might call dining alone brave, you shouldn’t think of it in such terms. What’s “brave” about eating a meal in public? Yes, it might require confidence on your end, but it can be done; it should be done. Once you stop relying on other people to do all the things you want to do in life, you’ll find you’re free. Being free is the best.
Here are some tips that will help make this all less painful for you. You want to be free, don’t you?