Actually… Solo Travel Kinda Sucks

Solo travel has a so-cool image. Picture Stanley Tucci at a Florence restaurant, sipping a Negroni, admiring the Arno River while awaiting lasagna bolognese. Or the late Anthony Bourdain, striding past stray dogs and smoky food carts, exuding a confident, maps-are-for-pussies cool. No kids. No spouses. No stress. Living the go-where-I-want, do-what-I-want, eat-what-I-want travel dream. … Continued