My Story
I've been the guy standing alone in a new city, in the rain, with nowhere to sleep. Over nine long solo trips, I learned something important: the fear doesn't disappear before you leave — you learn to act inside it.
When I landed in Buenos Aires, I chose to start alone instead of joining a group. It poured, the city was mid-festival, and I couldn't find a place to sleep. That's exactly when I started talking to locals. Friendships that formed that day are still alive years later.