I’ve never minded traveling alone. I know that’s odd, but I genuinely enjoy the time to think, to watch the scenery and sing songs in falsetto.
A warning light on the pool car flashed the last 15 miles of my drive and I crossed my fingers and went on. I was disappointed because then I couldn’t venture out and explore once I got there. I did hoof it downtown to watch the drummers for a minute and pick up pizza at Buddy’s to devour.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to staying in a hotel room by myself though. . . it’s much too quiet. However, Cynical and I remotely chose our hotel for New Orleans and I played Words with Friends while watching Rock Center and knitting, so I was never really alone.