An African Solo woman Traveller in Europe...

What began as an opportunity to further my education in Europe in my 20s evolved into a profound journey of self-discovery and exploration as an African woman travelling Solo  across the European continent.  

I was warned about the immense challenges of traveling as a black woman alone, but I faced them with curiosity and a smile, ready to embrace whatever came my way.  

From hiking the Dolomites in the Alps as part of Seattle University’s emotional intelligence study tour during my MBA program, to crossing borders by train, car, bus, plane, foot, and even cruise ship, I opened my eyes to the world and to myself. This journey became a testament to the necessity of curiosity—not just in understanding the world, but in diving deeper into the voice within.  

I found peace in every moment, witnessing an inner shift as I realized how fear often stands as the greatest hurdle to fulfilling our purpose. Once we move past it, we even surprise those around us. Along the way, I met incredible strangers who became friends, learned about history and architecture, and let go of attachments that no longer served me.  

Through I travelling solo, I felt embraced by the world because I was fully present in every step of the journey. I allowed myself to simply *be*. As a self-proclaimed citizen of the world, I reconnected with long-lost friends across continents, making this adventure as much about relationships as it was about exploration.  

Five years later in my 30s, a few more savings, driven by curiosity and a desire to see how much I—and the world—had changed, I returned to Europe. This time, my perspective had shifted, and technology was on my side. I indulged in more cheese, engaged in fascinating conversations with the Europeans, and gained firsthand insights into the economic and political realities—though some of these interactions left me uneasy.  

The Netherlands intrigued me with its success as a small nation, prompting me to reflect on the importance of reinvention during critical times. Amsterdam’s openness challenged my conservative views, while a visit to Brussels revealed the fascinating dynamics of reverse colonization as I sipped African coffee. Belgium’s colonial history in Africa, particularly in the Congo, cast a shadow over its modern identity, making the experience deeply thought-provoking.

In the UK, I marveled at the complexity of London’s underground and public transport systems, which made me appreciate the simplicity of my Seattle commute. Exploring London thoroughly gave me a newfound appreciation for the British, despite my 12 years in a British school. The rich, documented history of England captivated me, and diving into the historical significance of Bath became a highlight of my time there. Bath, with its Roman-built baths and Georgian architecture, offered a glimpse into Britain’s layered past, from its ancient roots to its 18th-century elegance.  

Italy, with its majestic Dolomites, tranquil Venice, and historic Rome, reignited my hunger for exploration. I felt at home in Italy—its bad service, stunning scenery, random strangers cooking dinner for me, men whistling as they passed by, and countless cafés all added to its charm. My bias toward Italy was further fueled by the fact that many of my European friends are Italian. Rome, with its ancient Colosseum and Forum, reminded me of the enduring legacy of the Roman Empire, while Venice’s canals spoke to its medieval maritime power.  

Driving into Paris through its “backdoor,” I was initially taken aback by the graffiti-covered buildings, fearing that the romanticized movie version of Paris was fading. But the Eiffel Tower quickly restored my awe. Sitting in an Ethiopian restaurant, I couldn’t shake the contrast between the glamour of Paris and the less-polished areas where many immigrants lived. Yet, my boat tour, Edith Piaf CD collection, and a romantic dinner brought me back to the Paris of my dreams. Paris, with its revolutionary history and artistic legacy, remains a city of contradictions—both timeless and ever-changing.  

Germany offered a unique cross-country experience: flying into Düsseldorf, cruising the Rhine River, speeding to Frankfurt, marveling at Cologne’s centuries-old Gothic church (now eerily empty of worshippers), enduring a sunstroke in Berlin, and exploring Bavaria’s fairytale-like landscapes. At times, I noticed being stared at as much as the museums and scenery, but I responded with a smile and a nod. Germany’s history, from the Holy Roman Empire to its reunification in 1990, is etched into its cities and countryside, creating a tapestry of resilience and transformation.  

In Switzerland, I was greeted by an Amharic-speaking Dutchman married to a dear Ethiopian friend, a moment that filled me with hope for a future of globalization without borders or judgment. Hiking the Swiss Alps in Interlaken, I felt safe and free, despite being one of the few Black women in the area. My smile opened doors to unique adventures, and Rick Steves’ guidance made my European journey truly eye-opening. Switzerland’s neutrality and its role as a global hub for diplomacy and finance added a layer of intrigue to its pristine landscapes.  

Last-minute plans to explore Dublin, Ireland, via bus, train, and cruise were made possible by technology. The humor, linguistic charm, and openness of the Irish made me feel at home among the “blacks of Europe.” Dublin’s history as a city of resilience—from Viking invasions to its role in the struggle for Irish independence—added depth to its vibrant culture.  

Being older and more mindful, I was less in the moment and more conscious of my surroundings. Certain in my views yet flexible in my exposure, I experienced an inner turmoil. Perhaps it was because I was at a different stage in life, but I had hoped that five years would bring clarity to my search for purpose. Instead, I was left with a bittersweet realization that my quest was far from over.

Once I was done with my epic trip in Europe interestingly I was puzzled more. I didn’t feel I knew the world more this time around, I was less sure of my purpose and I was in transition in my life, which made me see Europe in a complex light, much deeper in meaning than just my trip. 

One thing is certain: as an avid traveler, I’ve learned that how you experience the world depends greatly on your inner stability and where you are in life at that moment. You attract what you are, and I’ve seen this truth play out time and again. The world you encounter is a reflection of your inner will, drive, and consciousness. How you interpret what you feel, see, and touch is ultimately up to you. My two adventures across Europe revealed a shift within me—neither good nor bad, but transformative.  

So, explore not just cities and countries, but also the depths within yourself.  

By:

Dutchess @deldeyoch