Where it all began…

In 2015, I was 31 years old and had pretty much no idea who I was. For years, I had been dreaming of traveling the world. I had lived in the same small town my entire life, and I wanted something more, something bigger.

I also had a deep interest in history, particularly World War II history. I wanted to go to Europe. I had never been. I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. It was either they couldn’t afford it right now, couldn’t take the time off, or were more interested in going to another all-inclusive resort.

Finally, I decided that maybe I didn’t actually need someone to go with me. Maybe I would be enough. So I took a chance and booked a flight.

I flew to Kraków, Poland. I fell in love with the Old Town and spent a couple of days sitting at cafes in the Rynek Główny. I visited Auschwitz-Birkenau.

Then I went to Prague. I fell more in love on the Charles Bridge.

Then I spent a week in Budapest and saw the Hungarian Parliament Building lit up against the night sky while I cruised down the Danube River. I was in love.

I knew after that trip I would never be the same. I had seen things, talked to people from all over the world, and eaten incredible food.

That solo trip changed my life. And I hope that someday, a solo trip will change your life too.

Thank you for being here