Traveling alone always reminds me of the story of Noah’s Ark.  On each of five tours I have taken on my own after my husband’s death, I have encountered the phenomenon of the bus ride.  Inevitably, couples, like their animal counterparts entering the Ark, pair up to sit together.

There have been many occasions when I’ve sat with other (usually) women traveling alone, and am reminded of the social awkwardness of adolescents gauging their popularity by the number of requests they might receive for a seat mate on the school bus.

Of course being widowed after four decades of marriage does often bring me back to reflect on my life as a young single person and all the wonderful things I lost 5 years ago when my husband died.  Unfortunately, travel is a challenge and the bus trips are among the most challenging of the travel experiences.