During a semester abroad in Italy, I went on my first solo trip. I planned a five-day stay in Copenhagen but, only after 48 hours there, I was sobbing on my hostel bed. I called my mom and told her how miserable I was. Feeling consumed by loneliness, I cut my trip short and booked the next available flight back to Italy. It wasn’t until after I received the flight confirmation email when I realized that I had been doing the whole traveling solo thing all wrong.
Leaping six hours ahead, I thought I would out-wit the jet-lag…