Travelling alone has its many advantages. Going when and to where you want are the common reasons. Quite honestly, it is a selfish act that comes with it a not altogether obvious cost. Some places are not meant to be visited when you’re alone, like those good restaurants were lovers ought to dine on a suckling pig. Think Restaurante Botin (reputed to be the world’s oldest restaurant, dating back to 1725), in Madrid, which I, sadly, had to miss.
Unless my fortune takes a turn for the better on this trip, I’ve resigned myself to dining alone, mostly. Which is why you’ll always see me at the bar – all by my lonesome.