What Solo Travel Taught Me About Myself, God and Getting Lost

What Solo Travel Taught Me About Myself, God and Getting Lost

By the time I rolled into Florence, I was dehydrated, slightly lost and clinging to the remains of a bruised peach and my last shred of patience. It was Day Four of a solo trip I’d romanticized into a spiritual pilgrimage but had, so far, mostly been a comedy of errors starring me, a dead phone and the constant hum of “what was I thinking?” And yet. I turned a corner, stepped into the shadow of the Duomo, and everything got quiet. Not in a drama…