The girl's guide to all things travel; optimal itineraries, recommendations and more for solo female travel and group trips alike.
I knew as soon as we stepped aboard the jumbo jet I was in trouble. I had to pee. Not the normal pee either, the urgent, painful kind that could only mean one thing: Urinary Tract Infection. Anyone who has experienced the agony of a UTI knows that you don’t wish it on your worst enemy.
A Cypriot Work Life
I moved to Cyprus with my family in 2006. There was me, my husband and my two sons. We had a great life there at first but the hardship of earning decent money took a toll on us when Cyprus changed to the Euro from Cypriot pounds.
Too late to move abroad?
I was approaching seventy (gingerly, feet dragging, denying, denying) when I decided to move from California where I’d been living to a French village. Alone. I knew no-one in France and barely spoke the language.
Climbing My Mountain
The world flies by in a myriad of beautiful colors. The cool blue and green hues of nature’s rich palette blend with the stream of gray asphalt blurring beneath me as it streaks in the wake of my car, a veiled representation of everything I’m leaving behind. As I climb into the mountains, heading west, the landscape grows more and more complex. The twists and turns of the mountain highways add another level of excitement to what is already the most monumental road trip I have ever been on.
Well, there’s that.
”Attitude is the difference between an ordeal and an adventure.” Have you ever been SCUBA diving? What an entirely different world there is underwater. As some of you may know, I have some amazing friends in Hawaii who opened their home to me for two months in 2017. What an adventure it was! I couldn’t possibly recap the whole two months in one post, so you will be getting clips of it over time.
Once Upon a London
Uncertainty and anxious tickles took over my darkened room in late February of last year. I was told by *him* to choose my luggage carefully. I was reassured that I would make it there and back, safe and sound.
Space to Think My Own Thoughts
From August 10 to September 19, I hiked the Colorado Trail. I walked somewhere in the neighborhood of 440 miles in 41 days with a few days rest in the middle. I knew when I set out to hike that I would be writing about this journey afterwards, so I made notes along the way of the things I saw, the conversations I had, the way I felt.
A New York State of Mind
The alarm went off and I was UP. As in I leaped out of bed, ready to get moving type of up, which was something that I was not used to. I hated mornings, hated alarm clocks and definitely did not get up with any sort of enthusiasm, ever. But today was a different day, a very different day indeed. I changed, brushed my teeth, woke my friend up and headed out with two big 45 pound—but less than 50–rolling suitcases, on our way to the Love Field airport in Dallas, Texas.
It has been two years since I took a vacation. The reason why I was able to survive this pandemic life so far is because of the kind of vacation I had taken back then. I remember booking an Airbnb, flights etc without having any plan about ticking off places from my travel list. I was in between jobs and life felt a lot freer without any obligation to fulfil. It is a rarity in my life.
Solo In Sedona
In September 2021, I went on my first ever cross country solo trip. I flew from Baltimore to Phoenix, then, over the span of 10 days, drove from Arizona to California. It was one of the best experiences of my life, and it's about time I shared my adventures in detail.
The Journey of a Single Step
Family legend has it that when my parents decided to move back to India after a three-year posting in the United Kingdom I, all of nine years old, put my foot down and declared that I would not leave my beloved London.
Have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognized the person staring back? That’s my experience lately and I think that’s the real meaning of adventure. Losing myself completely in a moment and allowing it transform me from a person to a feeling. Pure joy, paralyzing fear, visceral excitement – real fireworks living.