On Monday morning, Brian and I parted ways. He was off for the Olympics National Park, Victoria Island in BC and eventually to his uncle’s place in central BC for some outdoor adventures. As I watched him roll away from the hostel, I was suddenly hit hard with an odd mix of emotions. Something like sadness, panic and excitement. Sadness at seeing a new friend leave (we didn’t know each other very well before this trip), and both panic and excitement as I realized I was on my own for the first time. The solo portion of the adventure had just begun. Solo mio..
Not sure that this analogy applies here, but isn’t there a saying about how every time someone dies, another gains their wings (or is it a baby is born?). I dunno. Bare with me here. When Brian left, some other compadres stepped in.
Just as I was smiling/freaking out about the solo thing, I remembered how much I’d enjoyed traveling by myself in Turkey years ago – ’cause it opened me up to new experiences and people. I met a ton of friends and did things I never would have if I’d been with someone else. It was a completely different – and very good – experience. And part of the reason I’m doing this trip by myself now.
Right about then, I checked an email from my friend Deb. She suggested I get in touch with her pals from Rochester, Chris and Ted, that now live in Portland. Ready to embrace the unknown, I gave Ted a call. I’m glad I did. I ended up spending most of the next 3 days getting to know these guys – and being treated like a brother. They invited me into their home, bought me dinner, showed me around town and made me laugh. A lot. If you’re reading, thank you both. You guys rock and are amazing hosts. If I lived in Portland, I know we’d be buddies. Who knows, I might end up living down the street when this whole thing is done..