As I write this post, I am sitting outside in a restaurant across the street from the beach.
I am eating crab bisque (diet be damned) and waiting for my steamed clams.
I spent the better part of today alone, on the beach, reading, writing, listening to music.
People watching also kept me entertained, as did the mere act of just "being".
I have been reminded again today of just how much I love to travel. Even more so I am reminded how much I love to do it alone.
I never feel lonely in these situations. I do, however, feel strong. Independent. Unafraid of anything.
In a few hours my friend Traveller will be off work, and we have dinner plans tonight with one of her friends.
No doubt we will have fun.
But for now I bask in the solitude and enjoy my beer by the beach.