I'm currently in Athens before the start of my sold-out Mamma Mia Island Retreat, where I'll be leading a group of amazing women on a journey inspired by the film's magical locations. I'm here meeting with my operations team and doing some recon to ensure everything is perfect for the upcoming retreat. After a long day of travel I decided to treat myself to a nice meal at a charming little restaurant in the heart of Athens, the Acropolis in the background.
I was first in line, with two young girls standing behind me, waiting to be seated. As I approached the host and requested a table for one, I noticed there were several tables for two available. However, what started as an ordinary dining experience quickly took an unexpected turn.
To my surprise, the host seated the two girls behind me first, despite my having arrived before them. Then, without much explanation, he told me that they couldn’t accommodate me because I was dining alone.
At first, I was angry. The sting of rejection was sharp, and I could feel the eyes of other patrons on me. I had never experienced anything quite like this before. The anger quickly morphed into sadness and embarrassment. I couldn't help but wonder, was my presence not enough? Did my solo status somehow diminish my worth as a customer?
Standing there, with the bustling life of Athens moving on around me, I realized that this moment, as uncomfortable as it was, was a powerful lesson in resilience. Solo travel isn't always about the glamorous freedom of wandering where you please; it also means facing moments of vulnerability and discomfort head-on.
I took a deep breath, reminded myself that my journey has always been about more than just the places I visit—it's about the growth and strength that come from navigating life on my own. Yes, it hurt to be turned away, but that moment doesn't define me. If anything, it reinforced my belief that being a solo traveler is a powerful choice. It’s a choice to embrace independence, to seek adventure, and to face whatever challenges come my way with grace and dignity.
And here's the irony: little did they know that they had just missed the opportunity for me to potentially bring future groups to their restaurant. As someone who organizes travel retreats, I’m always on the lookout for great places to bring my guests. They didn’t just turn away a solo diner; they turned away the possibility of dozens of new customers.
But here’s the gift in being denied: it led me to the next restaurant, where I was warmly welcomed and seated beside two lovely ladies who were friends traveling together. What started as a simple meal turned into a delightful exchange of stories, laughter, and connection. We talked about our travels, shared tips, and bonded over our shared love for exploring the world. By the end of the meal, I felt like I had made two new friends.
Sometimes, what feels like rejection is just life’s way of guiding you toward something better. For anyone else who has felt the sting of rejection for traveling alone, know this: your worth is not defined by the number of people at your table. We solo travelers are just as deserving of respect and kindness as anyone else.
So, I'll continue my journey through Athens, finding new places to explore and new foods to try. And I’ll carry this experience with me, not as a scar, but as a badge of honor that reminds me of my strength and resilience.
Solo traveling isn't just about seeing the world—it's about seeing yourself in a new light, even in the face of adversity.
In friendship, and adventure
Penny
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