Dead Sea, Jordan
One of the biggest arguments against solo travel is witnessing the beautiful sunset or amazing ruins and wishing you had someone to share it with.
But only occasionally and it is usually overpowered by a sense of pride. I often try to explain that I am usually not alone but with people I have met on the road.
Yet today I realized there is something about the luxury of a hotel that doesn’t sit well with me.
I feel lonely.
Instead of a full hostel dorm room I sleep alone, occupying only one-third of the space on a giant bed. I can feel the emptiness. Hostel common areas are usually filled with groups of singles but here the jacuzzi is home to couples.
Sickeningly happy couples. Blech.
The Mövenpick Resort & Spa Dead Sea is gorgeous but I’m not feeling it. This morning I was in a funk and begrudging walked down to the Dead Sea, wallowing in my singleness and hating the happy couples.
But then walking down the stairs the view onto Israel opened up and all those feelings of loneliness disappeared.
I jumped in the water, amazed at my buoyancy then covered myself with the famous Dead Sea mud and baked in the sun. Sure I don’t have someone to share it with but right now that is okay, I am just happy to have experienced this.
But I also think it’s a good sign.
I am ready to move on and share travel with someone else. If that doesn’t happen right away I am okay with my travel partner being the 10 second auto timer on my camera.