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Solo Travel ≠ Solo Terror

Sagrada Familia
A stained-glass window inside the Sagrada Família in Barcelona. This may very well be the most beautiful building I’ve ever seen in my life.

I spent the last week toting my cheap plastic carry-on and backpack around Geneva, Zurich, and Barcelona. The whole trip was planned a little last-minute; I had no idea that my program had a “reading week” where there was no class and just gives you time to complete some midterm projects. Like most other students, I immediately thought that I should take advantage of the cheap flights out of London and head to mainland Europe, so I planned the whole thing with help from my parents sort of last-minute. Originally, I had wanted to go with some other people, but everyone seemed to have plans already, or there was too much coordination that needed to happen, so I just shoved everything in my bags and headed down to Heathrow by myself. 

Originally, I hadn’t thought that I would enjoy travelling solo as much as I would travelling with someone else. But, my overwhelming curiosity about the delicacies of Swiss chocolate and fondue and if Spaniard Spanish is that different from Latin American Spanish got the better of me. Both are beautiful countries, but I’d rather focus on some things I learned from travelling alone instead of just telling you that yes, there are beautiful mountains in Switzerland, and that no, you cannot ever escape clueless American tourists in Barcelona. 

There are two main things I learned from this trip.

One, push yourself to do things that you’re curious about, even if you’re alone. 

I came into study abroad wanting to exercise my free will, and I think I have become significantly better at doing so. You will not always have people to do things with you. Yes, it’s nice to have a plus one to go and do something, but it should never become a crutch. Since I’m an only child, you would think that I am perfectly used to doing everything alone, but this isn’t exactly true. I did things with my parents, my friends, family; certainly not going on an international trip by myself. The main thing is that when you are by yourself, making mistakes that are small seem a lot bigger when you’re alone. For me, if I’m with a friend, I can pretty easily laugh things off, but it can be a lot harder when I’m alone. Something I’ve found that helps me just go out and do things alone is to start with manageable small things, like going on a walk in the park or going to a coffee shop for an overpriced drink. Every time you avoid these little discomforts, you’re only reinforcing the belief that you can’t handle it. Don’t think about it too hard.

Bacalao
Bacalao is dried and salted codfish, I had it at a restaurant with garlic alioli and potatoes at a restaurant where I saw a group of older Spanish women smoking outside. It was one of the best seafood dishes I’ve had in a long time.

Truly, people do not care about you and are not thinking about you as much as you think. A plus one is nice to have, but it shouldn’t become a crutch – there’s nothing stopping you from going and doing something you would normally do with a friend, just by yourself. For me, this mostly applied to the anxiety of eating alone at a restaurant. You don’t have to awkwardly pretend that you’ve just been stood up by a date when you eat alone. Order a drink, read something, or just people-watch. The restaurant is getting your money anyway, so there’s no reason for them to be upset with you for existing. Taking up space is not a crime, so don’t be afraid to do so.

Or, think of solo travel as a matter of convenience – you don’t have to spend any time negotiating your itinerary with anyone. If you see something you’d like to do, you can just do it without someone in your ear saying “I’m hungry”, “let’s go back to the hotel”, “I don’t really want to do that, but okay”.

Two, be a responsible and considerate tourist, no matter where you go. 

Púlpito
Arroz negro con pulpito (black rice with little octopus) in Barcelona again. I don’t think I ate a single piece of land-based meat in Spain.

In London, it’s actually quite hard to feel like a tourist sometimes, unless you are in a hotspot like Borough Market or Big Ben or Buckingham Palace. The city is just so big and dense that you get lost in the sea of people. Also, as an American, speaking English makes the city easy to navigate. Besides, I live here now! So I’m not exactly a tourist anymore. 

But in Switzerland and Spain, tourism is a lot more obvious. I’m going to take a second to hate on my fellow Americans. I find that social media tourism has become incredibly common nowadays with people my age. It is more typical now to find restaurants and attractions on TikTok, or even worse, use AI to give you an itinerary (note: I actually despise AI. It makes you a secondhand thinker once you start abusing it, not to mention the environmental impact it has). I grew up with my parents using Rick Steves books to get a sense of what to do, and I largely did the same to plan this trip. I went to the library after class the week before I left, and picked up two travel guides for Switzerland and Spain, respectively. In the library, I just sat and took some notes on them. I quite liked the physical act of searching for what to do in these other countries, giving me the sense of being a 1700s explorer (colonizer) planning out a route on some poorly-drawn map. The walking tours and restaurant recommendations I found were delightful. On social media, people are often paid to promote certain spots, and they are usually overpriced because they sit on main streets or pricey areas. What I found, both in the books and just wandering around, were spots that are a little quieter, or busy with locals (meaning: they are the real deal). Why only subject yourself to predesigned spectacles? Travelling, to me, should be seeing the sights, yes, but also seeing how people live in another country. It gives you perspective on how you live your own life in comparison. 

Zürich
A lot of birds sitting on this tiny roof in Zurich. I wonder if they understand German?
Montreux
The view of the mountains from Montreux, Switzerland. I took a little day trip here, and the view is so majestic. France is on the other side of the lake!

Anyway, English sounds like an alien tongue to me after French in Geneva, German in Zurich, and Spanish in Barcelona. I had gotten so used to speaking Spanish in Spain (my mom is Bolivian, so I am proud to be fluent) that I looked at the poor British Airways flight attendant like she was an alien when she said “Hello, welcome aboard!” 

Thank you again for reading!

Alexandra

Culture Shocks: Three Cities, One Fall Break

Fall break arrived faster than I expected, which now means I am halfway through my study abroad experience. Studying abroad makes the world feel suddenly smaller, you realize how easy it is to hop on a plane and be in a completely different culture in just a few hours. So that’s exactly what I did. Over the course of one unforgettable week, I traveled from Copenhagen to Madrid to Barcelona. Three completely different cities, climates, and ways of life. What I found was a crash course in culture shock, travel mishaps, and self-discovery.

Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, was my first stop, and it immediately felt like a different world from Salzburg. The weather was cold, grey, and rainy — the kind of rain that doesn’t pour but just lingers all day. Yet, to my surprise, it didn’t slow anyone down. Locals went about their routines armed with umbrellas and bikes, unfazed by the drizzle. It was almost inspiring, a quiet lesson in not letting circumstances like the weather dictate your day. Everything about Copenhagen felt clean, calm, and organized. Public transportation was seamless, and despite being a capital city, it didn’t have that frantic and overcrowded energy that you find in many others. People seemed to move through life deliberately — fast when they needed to be, but never rushed. One of the first things I noticed is the cost of Scandinavian charm- Copenhagen is expensive. Prices were noticeably higher than Salzburg, which may be because Danish Krone go by the hundreds and thousands. Coffee, groceries, even simple meals felt like small luxuries. Still, I never felt unwelcome, most people spoke fluent English and were incredibly kind when I asked questions. Both kinds of Europeans are polite and helpful, but the Danish have a very calm, composed kind of goodwill and altruism. I stayed in a private hostel with a few friends, which turned out to be the perfect middle ground between comfort and adventure. It was clean, efficient, and surprisingly cozy. Staying there forced us to get out and explore, since there wasn’t the temptation to lounge around in a hotel room or Airbnb. The biggest takeaway: be prepared with your own essentials. Hostels often don’t provide towels or toiletries so pack smart and pack light. Every night, the hostel lobby and bar buzzed with travelers. There’s something about that kind of community that makes you feel connected; everyone’s from somewhere different, but you’re all there for the same reason: curiosity. Copenhagen struck me as both familiar and entirely new. Similar to Salzburg, it has friendly locals and easy-to-navigate public transportation system. But it also stands apart with its minimalist way of life that feels refreshingly uncomplicated and calm. If you ever have the chance to go to Copenhagen, my one recommendation is that you HAVE to go to Poulette, it is the best chicken sandwich you will ever have in your life — my mouth is watering even just writing this.

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Leaving rainy Copenhagen for sunny Madrid felt like stepping into a completely different rhythm of life. The air was warmer, the streets louder, and everything seemed to revolve around food, friends, and enjoying the moment: three of my favorite things! Unlike Copenhagen, where I spent most of my time sightseeing, I took Madrid as a chance to slow down. I definitely may have overstayed my welcome by parking myself at my friends apartment who are studying there, but that made all the difference. Having locals (even if they’re my fellow DU friends) means getting insider recommendations like which sights are actually worth the ticket, which restaurants live up to the hype, and where you can just sit and soak in local life. Their apartment was in the business district, which gave me a peek into Madrid’s daily hustle. I’d watch the morning commutes, see lunch rushes flood the cafés, and notice how the city was far more industrialized compared to Salzburg.

One evening, I went to Honest Greens, a fast-casual restaurant that reminded me of Sweetgreen back home. Being cautious and responsible, I wrote “nut allergy” in the order notes, asked for no walnuts, and felt confident…until I discovered cashews in my salad. Cue a mild allergic reaction. It wasn’t severe, but the situation quickly turned stressful. I was away from our Airbnb, I didn’t bring Benadryl or my Epi-pen in my purse, none of my friends had anything on them, and all the “24-hour” pharmacies were — of course — closed. Lesson learned: always carry everything you need or think you may not need on you. Even when you think you’re prepared, you’re not always as prepared as you think. Traveling abroad means you can’t assume things work the same way they do at home. I noticed fewer people in Madrid spoke English compared to Central Europe. Still, there were tons of American study abroad students, many fluent in Spanish, which helped bridge the gap. Culturally, Madrid feels less steeped in “visible” history than cities like Salzburg or Vienna. While Central Europe is full of centuries-old cathedrals and wartime architecture, Madrid’s energy feels more modern and more about living culture than preserved history. While it’s common in Salzburg to see people sipping afternoon beers, in Madrid I saw fewer casual drinkers and more late-night socializing. Spaniards seem to prefer evening energy — late dinners, long conversations, and a lifestyle that values connection over schedules. Travel tip: you can’t do everything, and you shouldn’t try to. Some sights are worth the ticket (like the Royal Palace of Madrid), but others are just as enjoyable from the outside. Pick your priorities so you don’t burn out or blow your budget.

My last stop was Barcelona, and it was pure sensory overload in the best way. From the moment I arrived, the city buzzed with life. Street performers, beach volleyball games, and tapas bars spilling onto sidewalks. It’s easy to see why Barcelona is known for its energy. There’s a contagious sense of excitement here, a mix of creativity and chaos that just works. Before going, everyone warned me about pickpocketing, and yes, it’s real, but also manageable. Keep your purse zipped, stay aware, and don’t leave your phone in your back pocket. Once you get past that initial worry, the city opens up in the best way. One of my favorite things about Barcelona was how effortlessly urban life blends with the beach. After getting breakfast one morning, we walked to the beach. We passed through quiet residential neighborhoods full of locals walking dogs, hanging laundry, and chatting on balconies. The beach was full of life — people swimming, picnicking, playing games, and just enjoying the good weather. After days of travel, sitting on the sand in jeans and a t-shirt felt like the definition of peace. Food-wise, Barcelona was a learning experience. For some reason, I assumed Spanish food would be similar to Mexican, and I quickly realized how wrong I was. Burritos aren’t as common here, but tapas make up for it. Ordering a small spread of dishes to share — patatas bravas, croquettes, chorizo — was not only delicious by social. Tapas culture is about community, the art of talking, tasting, and lingering. The metro system in both Madrid and Barcelona made everything so easy. Clean, fast, and intuitive, which made me realize how much I rely on Salzburg’s slower, above-ground buses. It is fascinating to see how each city designs its own flow of movement.

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Now that I’m back in Salzburg, diving into discussions of All Quiet on the Western Front and slipping back into my student routine, I can’t help but reflect on how quickly life shifts abroad. In just one week, I experienced:
– The calm and drizzle of Copenhagen’s Scandinavian delight.
– The warmth and unhurried afternoons of Madrid.
– The sunshine and spirited energy of Barcelona’s Mediterranean coast.

If Central Europe immerses you in history, Spain immerses you in living culture, both equally as valuable. Whether it’s rain in Copenhagen or sunshine in Spain, every new place teaches you a little more about the world and yourself.