My first solo trip was when I moved to Canada for six months in 2009 as part of a study abroad programme. I was much younger and didn’t take the time to think about whether I’d get culture shock, or even reverse culture shock when I returned. I spent a lot of time planning before I left and whilst I was there, was too busy having fun to really feel any nostalgia for home or think about being back.
This review post of my travels is something I’ve been subconsciously putting off since I came back, as it feels like the end of one of the best times of my life. Now I’m back, the trip almost feels like a dream and I have to remind myself that it happened and that for two months I lived every day to the full, seeing some of the best destinations the world has to offer!
Rounding off my backpacking trip through Europe, I spent the final week of my travels in cloudy Edinburgh, the cultural Scottish capital. Having explored the city in 2012, I was specific about how I wanted to spend the week, it being my first time at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
My third trip to the French capital of Paris was full of memories from my previous visits. Here for two nights, it was impossible not to recall being here last April, as well as on a family holiday at thirteen. It made for an unusual solo travel experience as I was carrying a lot of people with me, or so it felt.