I remember standing in a parking lot on Awaji Island, just after we had walked back from a short path to a waterfall. Everyone was slowly making their way toward the car. As I looked out across the open space, something caught my eye in the distance, and I had to look twice to make sure I was seeing it properly.
There was a bright pink door standing alone in the middle of a field.
It wasn’t attached to anything. No walls, no structure, nothing around it that explained why it was there. Just a door, placed in the middle of open space in a way that didn’t really make sense, but also didn’t need to. We walked toward it without really talking about it, the way you sometimes do when something is just interesting enough to follow.
Why do some travel experiences stay with you?
That day hadn’t been planned as anything special, and I think I knew that before we even left. My friend had mentioned it a few times beforehand, always with a bit of hesitation, as if she was trying to manage my expectations. She wasn’t sure there would be much to see or do, and she kept offering to change the plan if I wanted something more exciting. I didn’t feel that pull at all, but I also didn’t think too much about why.
I had technically already been to Awaji earlier in the trip, but in a very specific way. I stayed in one place, worked during the day, and spent my free time moving between onsens. I saw parts of the island, but mostly in passing, through windows or short walks. This time felt different from the start, even though nothing about it was bigger or more impressive.
What makes a day feel full when nothing big happens?
There’s a moment I keep coming back to from earlier that day, standing near the water by the bridge. There were large concrete blocks along the promenade, and at some point my friend’s husband ran and jumped onto one of them. It didn’t go quite as smoothly as it looked at first, and that made it better somehow. Their son wanted to try right away, and suddenly we were all involved.
His dad reached down from the top, I stood behind him, and we sort of figured it out together as we went. It took a couple of tries, and by the time he made it up, we were all laughing in that easy way that doesn’t come from anything specific. It wasn’t something you would plan, but it’s one of the moments that stayed. It wasn’t just that moment either.
Later, at a shrine, we stood off to the side while a ceremony was already happening. There was a family with two small children, and part of it involved a dance that was intentional in a way I didn’t fully understand. We didn’t talk much while we were watching. We just stayed there for a moment, and then, at some point, it felt like enough and we moved on.
How does solo travel change the way you experience a place?
I’ve been thinking about why those moments felt the way they did. I don’t think I would have experienced that day the same way a few years ago, before I started traveling on my own. Something shifts when you spend time in places where you don’t have anyone else shaping what you do or where you go. You start to notice what actually holds your attention, not what you think should.
It’s not something I ever decided to do. It’s more that over time, I stopped trying to make every travel experience into something specific. I follow things a bit more loosely now. I stay somewhere longer, or leave earlier, or walk toward something just because it caught my eye, even if it doesn’t lead anywhere.
And that doesn’t disappear when you’re with other people. If anything, it changes the way you show up in those shared moments. There’s less pressure to make the day feel like something, which makes it easier to just be in it.
Can solo travel and shared travel experiences coexist?
That day didn’t feel separate from solo travel. It felt like it came from it, even though I was with other people the entire time. We weren’t trying to shape the day into anything in particular, even though we ended up doing quite a lot. We ate when we were hungry, stopped when something looked interesting, and left when it felt like we had seen enough.
Being with other people added something, but not in the way I used to think about it. It wasn’t about having someone to share the experience with in a big, obvious way. It was smaller than that. It was in how we noticed different things, how we reacted differently, how the same moment could feel slightly different depending on who you were paying attention to.
Why do simple travel days sometimes feel more meaningful?
And I think that’s why the pink door felt the way it did when we got there. By the time we reached the pink door, it didn’t feel strange that it was there. My friend explained that it was inspired by a cartoon, something about a door that could take you anywhere. There was a small donation box nearby, and the idea was to plant sunflowers in the field around it. We walked through it one by one, half joking, not really expecting anything to happen.
And then it was over, like everything else that day. Nothing changed. It was still just a door in a field, and somehow that had been enough to stop us, to walk over, to pay attention for a few minutes longer than we might have otherwise.
When I think about that day now, it’s not the places that come back first. It’s those small moments, the ones that didn’t ask to be important.
Invitation
Start paying attention to what actually stays with you at the end of a day. Look for the smaller moments you almost moved past because they felt easy or ordinary. Those are often the ones that create experiences for unexpected delight. They add up to more that you’d expect or imagine.
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And if you want a place to explore these questions more slowly, with other women who are thinking about solo travel in this season of life, you’re welcome in the Skool community. It’s a space to talk honestly about what comes up, without pressure to be brave or get it right.