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Traveling Alone in Germany
My name is Ashley and I blog at Ashley Riordan. I recently traveled to Germany, which was my first trip outside of North America, and Aaron asked me to write about the fears I conquered, experiencing a different culture, traveling alone, and how this experience has changed me. It hardly makes sense to me now, but I was really scared before I left. I couldn’t even really place my fear. It was ambiguous. I just had no idea what to expect. It was so bad that I was having trouble taking deep breaths. That is, until the minute that I landed in Germany and felt completely fine.
I think the fear was just a natural part of doing something for the first time and doing it alone. I didn’t conquer it in any magnificent way. I just kept taking these small steps toward going until the only step left was to get on a plane. I’ve boarded a plane tons of times, so I knew how to take that last step, and then after a long and uncomfortable flight, I was there. Once I was in Germany, I managed my fear and uncertainty by focusing only on one step at a time. Things as simple as: find a place to stay, figure out how to get there from the airport, find something to eat, and figure out where you’re going next.
I arrived in Germany with only a vague geographical plan. I had never traveled like this before, and I’m from the west coast of the United States where getting from one major city to another is no easy thing, so I didn’t know how realistic I was being in thinking that I could see so much in only a week. This ended up being a great way to see the country. I would love to go back and spend more time in each city, but I was able to see way more than I expected.
I told myself before I left that I shouldn’t fear looking like an idiot, because there was no reason to expect myself to know what I was doing in a foreign country traveling alone for the first time. I was sitting in a restaurant in Seattle with my Dad just before I left when a Japanese girl approached us to ask about how she should tip, and after she walked away my dad said, “That’s going to be you in a week.” As it turned out, for the first time in my life, I naturally felt that it was okay if I made mistakes. I recently heard travel writer Andrew McCarthy say that when he’s at home, he would never think to ask for help from anyone, but when he’s traveling, he doesn’t hesitate. I was far enough out of my element that I didn’t mind asking for help or admitting that I didn’t know things. It didn’t even bother me when a German man yelled at me for not opening the train door fast enough.
I have done most of my traveling with friends, but it was really important for me to take this trip alone. I had been thinking about it and working up the courage and saving the money for a long time, and this was something that I wanted to do on my own. I’m a person who really likes to be alone a lot of the time, but I didn’t know how well that would translate into traveling alone for a week, and I worried that I would be lonely. I never was. I was traveling so much and seeing so many things that I was never sorry to be alone. I did meet and talk to new people, but I’m not a particularly social person, so that really wasn’t the point of traveling alone for me. Most of my down time I spent reading and writing, which was perfect for me.
I felt very safe in Germany, but there are some precautions to take when you’re traveling alone. I gave my parents and close friends an itinerary of where I expected to be each day. I also gave my friends the contact information of my parents in case they ever thought something might be wrong. I tried to get in contact as often as I could, though my internet and phone access were somewhat limited. I would just say where I was and where I was planning to go next. I sent an email to a friend when I was in Munich saying that I was in the train station talking to a boy, and just joked that if she didn’t hear from me again then I had probably been kidnapped, and then I caught an early train toward the mountains where I had no internet access for more than 24 hours. I learned my lesson with that: no jokes about kidnapping unless you’re sure you will have internet access in the immediate future.
A week wasn’t really long enough to absorb much of the culture. I spent less than 24 hours in each city, which just meant getting a glimpse of what each place had to offer. But that was okay with me, because I have every intention of going back to Germany more than once in my life, and I would really love to live there for a while. The most profound way this experience changed me was that it made me realize I could actually get on a plane and go experience a new place by myself. Once you start traveling, that seems like the easiest thing in the world, but I had a lot of doubts before taking my first trip. Now I am so impatient to travel internationally again that I am having a hard time being satisfied with my lovely but quiet life here in California.
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