Marrakech – There’s something wildly poetic about checking into a hotel alone.
You drop your bag, stare at the bed (king-size, obviously), and realize: no one is going to steal the covers, complain about the AC, or hog the mirror.
Traveling solo as a woman isn’t just a trend — it’s a declaration. A bold, lip-glossed mic drop to the world that you are your own favorite plus-one.
At first, it feels like a rom-com with no love interest — just you, a suitcase packed with cute outfits and questionable snack choices, and a passport itching for adventure.
You dine solo, with your phone as your date and the waiter slightly concerned you’re waiting for someone.
Spoiler: you’re not. The only person joining you is your inner monologue, and she’s having a five-star conversation.
Yes, there are the raised eyebrows: “You’re traveling alone?”
As if solo female travel is code for midlife crisis or a plot twist gone wrong.
But little do they know — it’s liberation in its purest form.
You wake up when you want, skip the museum if your heels hurt, and say yes to that last-minute train ride to somewhere with no WiFi and all the charm.
Safety? Of course, it’s in your carry-on right next to common sense.
You walk like you know where you’re going (even if you don’t), smile like a local, and pretend your mom is tracking your every move — which, let’s face it, she probably is.
But the magic happens somewhere between getting lost and finding yourself sitting on a beach, book in hand, realizing you’re not waiting to be discovered.
You already discovered you.
So here’s to the women booking one-way tickets, falling in love with cities instead of people, and proving that the best travel partner has always been standing in your own shoes.
After all, who needs a travel buddy when you’ve got Google Maps, fierce eyeliner, and a solid playlist?
