Mini pre-Christmas trip to Belgium and The Netherlands. Five days, four cities, three on my own, one with friends. Overnight buses, snow flurries, red brick convents, student cafés, multi-storey bookshops. Long walks, early nights, early mornings, basic hotel rooms with a dispensable TV that really should have been a coffee maker.
Time to explore, breathe, recalibrate. “Who are you going with?” - Travelling alone appears to be an absurd idea for some people. I suspect they are the same people who only feel “complete” when they’re in a relationship, and the same people who would rather give themselves electric shocks than be alone with their thoughts for 15 minutes. Questionable sense of identity and self-worth aside, when do those people *read* (ie, sit in the corner of a bookshop and immerse themselves for several hours)?!
The most beautiful place to do just that: Boekhandel Dominicanen, Maastricht (former monastery church, bike shed, boxing ring, snake house - yes). With any luck, the holidays will leave some time for reading...