THE SECRET PLEASURE OF DINING SOLO By Marianna Farag I love to travel- something I deeply miss in these times. Travel has always been a big part of my life, but I’ve had to hit the pause button since 2020. How did my love affair with traveling begin? When I got my first job, I used to save money towards trips. I realized that if I didn’t buy a USD$1,000 designer bag, that would buy me a plane ticket AND accommodation (especially if you knew what websites to book on). And while I love to travel, I grew to love travelling on my own. On my own: but not alone. And I believe the word “alone” or “loneliness” might be one of those psychological obstacles for many to explore the world of solo travelling, perhaps even more so as a woman. Perhaps. My first leap was somewhere in my early 20s from Paris to Milan. I found a really cheap flight on Ryanair (this was many years ago when Ryanair and EasyJet had just entered the airline market and flights could be as low as 20 Euros). I figured Milan wasn’t too far and it would be a good way to start this life of my suitcase and me. Of course, with solo traveling came solo dining.