This decision has raised a lot of doubts and mixed feelings. I’ve always thought that life should be experienced to the utmost, no matter how old one becomes. This notion was put to the test when I had to decide if I was being self-centered or only seeking a well-earned adventure after my son’s response to my travel plans.I’ve been fascinated by the idea of traveling alone for as long as I can remember. It stands for liberty, introspection, and the opportunity to see the world as I see fit.
I’ve always dreamed of traveling to new locations, getting to know new people, and experiencing various cultures.
I felt, at seventy-seven, that this was my chance to grab it now or never. My destination was a little city in Europe with a thriving arts and culture scene, beautiful architecture, and a long history. Everything had been carefully arranged by me, right down to the quaint lodgings and the must-see locations.
I was excited and looking forward to seeing cobblestone streets and enjoying coffee at charming cafés. This trip was a celebration of my perseverance and independence rather than merely a holiday.
My youngster, however, responded to my enthusiasm in an unexpected way. His reply, upon learning of my travel itinerary, was curt and depressing. He said, “Mom, you’re too old to travel alone.” “It’s reckless and dangerous.”
