May 9th 2018
Today I flew to Frankfurt again for a business trip. I’m here alone for the next couple of days and, in a surprise twist, the summer bank holiday weather has followed me.
Even though I woke up 21 hours ago to catch my plane, and have not yet slept since, it’s very hard to feel anything but delight when the weather is like it is today.
Frankfurt even welcomed me with a heart, bless it.
I don’t mind travelling alone. It’s less stress, if anything. And although I do like my own company, there’s one facet of lonesomeness that I’ve not yet mastered: restaurant dining.
I could have chosen any restaurant in Karlsruhe to eat at tonight, because nobody else is here to have their own opinions or preferences. I could have had Greek or Turkish or Italian. I could have tried out any number of independent establishments. Instead I got Schnitzel and Chips from the restaurant in the hotel.
I don’t know why but I just can’t bring myself to go into a restaurant alone. Some people love the quietness of it but I can’t cope with the awkwardness. I’d just be hyper-aware the entire time that the waiter thinks I’m a weirdo for eating alone.
Eating alone in a hotel restaurant is kind of less sad, so I didn’t mind that as much. I think it all stems from when I was a waiter. I’d always feel sympathetic to the people that came in to eat by themselves: part of me would assume that that was because they had no one else to go with, and that made me really sad. But maybe it was just preference. Maybe they just liked to eat alone.
I ordinarily wouldn’t like it, but sat in the sun in the outside seating part of the restaurant, with a free pint of beer (my room wasn’t ready when I checked in), a new book (Born to Run, Christopher McDougall), and some surprisingly fantastic food I could definitely get used to the idea.
Until tomorrow, just not outside of the hotel.