female travel
The girl's guide to all things travel; optimal itineraries, recommendations and more for solo female travel and group trips alike.
Senior Single Female Alone in Iceland
My solo travels have mostly taken me throughout North America; but this last trip stretched my independence and my endurance. I was originally intrigued when several months ago I saw an online mention of airfare to Reykjavik from Los Angeles for $200. Wow, I cannot fly anywhere in the US for that price, so I made a mental note. Of course, by the time I had decided that I would venture to Iceland, the price had doubled; but it was still an unbelievable deal. I booked one week in Iceland at the Radisson Blu Saga Hotel including airfare for $1500.
Maryann VirackPublished 7 years ago in WanderParis of the 90s
So, what first struck me when I entered the arrivals terminal at Václav Havel Airport were the select few people that sat awkwardly, smoking in a glass room. A room which was built into one of the long, clinical white walls, with heavy window panes. You know the kind, the kind that resemble something out of the Starship Enterprise.
Charli KnightPublished 7 years ago in WanderI Heart NYC
In the summer, without a doubt, the best way to get around is by bike. I cannot express enough how great it is, you move quicker than most cars/taxis, which also means if you are a bit of a nervous road rider and you need to move away from the cycle routes, you don't have to worry about cars passing you too closely. They are easy to rent (just like the UK's Boris bikes) and for $12 you have unlimited usage for 24 hours. You can see so much more, cover so much ground and it is unbelievably safe. Even when you're not on one of their amazing cycle paths and navigating the roads with the traffic. It's all good. There is an incredible cycle and walkway path on the west side along the Hudson River that quite frankly is a revelation. Not like a New York I've ever witnessed before. Rollerbladers, runners, walkers and cyclists in a green and smooth environment. It's designed in a way so very few opportunities arise for you to need to stop, it takes you quite nicely down to Battery Park and the Staten Island Ferry.
Hazel ButterfieldPublished 7 years ago in WanderA Splash In Germany
“Is there anything else in Amsterdam that you would like to see?” Ivy asked Rita. “I think we’ve seen everything that Amsterdam has to offer.”
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in WanderI Took a Gap Year & Now I'm Moving to Hawaii
At age 14, it was clear to me that I wanted to take a Gap Year to go travel and see the world a little and be free from all those expectations that I was faced with on a day to day bases. When senior year came and all my classmates were hanging up their college signs on their lockers and mine was still blank and everyone asked me if I was going to go to college after, all I could think was “Why are you people rushing this?” I was the only person in my grade that decided to not go to college but that had this need to travel before anything else.
Rebecca AkatPublished 7 years ago in Wander3 Reasons Why People "Find Themselves" by Traveling Solo
I'm only a week into my current solo traveling stint but already I feel transformed. As I sit at the bar facing the window of the very same tea/ lunch place where I first got lunch in London over a year ago (a place I stumbled upon by wandering down streets that I found interesting both times), I think it's time to parse this thought swimming around my soul into words.
Samie Jo JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in WanderBeing Home After 5 Months of Living Abroad
How My Conversations About Being Home from Exchange Start and End “Hey Kate! How are you?”“Yeah, I’m still adjusting to being home.”“Oh yeah, jet lag must really suck.”“No, I’m not jet lagged everything is just different here and it’s weird.”“Oh that’s cool, you know I went to Europe once! I went to Italy for a few days, it was awesome!”
Kate KortePublished 7 years ago in WanderGirl at the Edge of Death
Fear turns you inside out. Like an invisible, open hand, it reaches out towards you from the unknown. We all have fears, and most of us hide them as far away as possible. Our fears are so defining and embedded in our character and our past, that it isn’t until we know someone well that we even dare to approach the question. No one ever asks about fears as an icebreaker, or during small talk (but why the hell not?).
Carlota MauraPublished 7 years ago in WanderLost In Neverland
Hey, So let me introduce myself. I'm Kim and I have been an au pair in the Netherlands for about 4 months now. It's a very challenging experience and I learn something new every single day, plus I get to explore this beautiful country in my free time and I get a lot of free time.
Kimberley-Jo MercerPublished 7 years ago in WanderMe First
I have always loved travel, although I haven't done it nearly as much as I want to. In high school, I traveled to Italy and Greece and fell in love. The architecture was so beautiful, the culture so rich, and it was all around so different from America, a place I often felt lacked a strong cultural connection. This was the true beginning of my travel bug.
J.C. MariePublished 7 years ago in WanderBribing Border Guards and Smuggling Human Remains
Late last year I took a little trip to South America. Why South America, you might ask. Well, quite simply, because someone said to me "what about South America?" And so it was decided.
Maggie HarrisPublished 7 years ago in WanderWhite Blank Page
I closed my eyes and absorbed the darkness, letting everything around me come alive. I had roamed the streets for hours, taking it all in: the smell of melted mozzarella on the world’s finest pizzas; the ghostly decadence of the city’s oldest buildings; a loud melody, Chopin perhaps, can be heard through an open window; the dazzling chaos of roses, daffodils and poppies sitting on sills, stealing each other’s colours; and the repetitive navy-and-white striped men, proudly parading visitors down Venice’s shimmering canals. As I reached San Marco, Venice’s personal hotbed of human stench and anarchic clatter, the sweltering summer air was hard to take in. The waves of flickering cameras and the howling chatter of the crowd engulfed the piazza. Revolted, I wriggled away from the daunting humanness. I moved away from the crowds seeking silence. The chatter faded away, as did the Sun and the unbearable trail of heat it left behind.
Carlota MauraPublished 7 years ago in Wander