I start wondering what the hell I’m doing when I step outside the Punta Cana airport. People outside are talking what feels at the speed of light in Spanish. I can’t find the shuttle I’d planned to take but there are fifteen more companies that I don’t know of. People are bustling everywhere and since I’m alone, I stand out. The air is hot and humid and I’m sweating buckets.
Nervousness sets in but I gotta focus, one thing at a time. Get to the hotel. I find a shuttle to the hotel, which was sketchy since I was the only passenger and praying the guy was taking me to the right place. Even before I left home three people said I was crazy and not going to make it back. I always try staying positive and not think about what people say.
It was a spontaneous decision to travel there. I wanted something new, a part of the world I’d never been before. I don’t know what made me choose the Dominican Republic but it felt right. Thanks to Google.
When I arrive to the hotel my tension releases. Once I was all checked in and settled, it was time to enjoy what the Caribbean had to offer. I loved the blue waters, sandy beach and all the drinks I wanted.
The first night I watched the sunset and listened to the waves crash against the shore. It was beautiful and serene. I had my moment of being proud that I’d made it that far on my own. That nothing stopped me from going.
The one question I got asked at least five times a day, why was I traveling alone? There I was, in a beautiful location, a gorgeous beach and fancy resort, alone. Couples were enjoying honeymoons or anniversaries. Couples kissing and being sweet with one another and I had no one. The older people were getting more action than I was.
Truth is, I couldn’t get anyone to go at the time and to be honest, I kind of needed it. I needed to be out of my element and comfort zone. Needed time to think about things and make a hard decision regarding my relationship at the time
So for five days I swam, snorkeled, ate too much, drank a lot, people watched, sun bathed and got sunburnt. I’m from Washington so the sun was intense!
Overall my trip was a great experience and a good escape. I got to see things I never would have if I’d waited for someone else to take the reins.
Don’t get me wrong, there were difficulties traveling alone. On my last day I broke down in tears . I kept thinking it was a huge mistake to come alone and the mess I was going home to wouldn’t be fixed. I look back now and would do it all over again. I figured out a hard decision that had been haunting me for a long time but really it was there all along.
If anyone takes something from reading this, I say if your gut is telling you to go for it, do it. Women traveling alone is becoming more common but there are still people who judge or stare at you. People will ask questions and make their own assumptions. Who cares? You’ll probably never see them again anyway.
Sure, there will be times of loneliness, there will be times where people gawk and ask bizarre questions of why you’re alone. Don’t worry about it. You’re only on this earth for a short period of time, enjoy it. Live it while you can. See the world if that’s what you want. Get lost somewhere new; sometimes fear is the only thing holding you back.
If you’ve ever taken a trip that changed your life let me know! I love hearing travel experiences.