Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to handle a solo trip to Britain. Though I'm planning a trip* in April of next year (something I've dreamed of for so long), every now and then I wonder if I'll ever get lost, or scared, or homesick, or bored. I've never traveled; how do I know that I'll even like it?
So the other day I decided to do something totally unprecedented. I spent the whole day in town by myself! This is wild and crazy for me, let me tell you. The fact that I've never done this and I'm 19 years old should tell you that I don't get out on my own very often. As I just finished my first semester of college, I decided that I needed a treat. This was a "grand adventure" for me--a chance to spread my wings and get outside my comfort zone, proving to my family and myself that I am capable of driving, eating, touring, and navigating without creating a five-car pileup, being robbed blind, or taking a wrong turn and ending up in Albuquerque. If I couldn't handle a day out around my own stomping-grounds, could I possibly handle the streets of Liverpool or London?
My first stop was to see an elderly friend of mine who is suffering greatly in a nursing home. It's a very sad story, but the long and short of it is that she has lost all physical and most mental power to control her own life, and everything must be done for her by others--which is her worst nightmare. This might seem like a weird way to start a "girl's day out", but it was good for me, making the subsequent pleasures of adventure and novelty all the more poignant and precious.
|Mildred B. Cooper Memorial Chapel--you'd think they could have come up with|
a more romantic name....
|A diorama of Crystal Bridges as it will look when finished.|
I had visited the museum once before, but it had been a somewhat hurried tour and I wanted to spend a little more time looking at some things I hadn't been able to fully "absorb". I leisurely passed through works from pre-Constitution America (they own an original portrait of George Washington), down through the Impressionist movement, around to Norman Rockwell (I got to see the "Rosie the Riveter" painting), and down to the incomprehensible modernist works. I chatted with the little people with badges who stand around the rooms and tell people not to touch the walls, and followed a couple of groups through their private tours. I took even more photos, then decided that I needed an Eleven Burger.
The Eleven Burger was developed by the museum's restaurant, and features a "perfectly grilled burger covered in local Havarti cheese, pink peppercorn mayo, crisp lettuce, and sun ripened tomato." You see why I could not resist. I did something slightly odd and ordered it to-go, striking off onto one of the many nature paths marked out around the museum to eat my meal in the open air. This is when I got hopelessly turned around (despite having a map and asking three people for directions), took the wrong path and ended up in a place I'd never been before. This doesn't bode well for future trips on the Underground, does it? It was serendipitous, however, as I discovered a lovely "shelter" on the top of a wooded hill, fitted out with a long bench that seemed perfect for picnicking. This is where I devoured my burger and fruit, in relative peace despite the sound of pickaxes in the distance (parts of the museum are still under construction) and a few startled trail-walkers.
|The Tulip Trail Shelter, in all its afternoon glory.|
|"Yield", a sculpture located at the museum's entrance.|
I finished off the evening at Barnes and Noble, browsing the bookshelves, sipping a raspberry mocha, and reading a chapter of One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.
It was a beautiful day, a day in which I proved that I am capable--at least to a certain extent--of exploring the world by myself. Today Northwest Arkansas, tomorrow Great Britain!
Have you ever traveled solo? What did you do to prepare for it?
*You can find out more about my travel plans at my other blog: www.TheBritophileDiaries.blogspot.com