While the idea of traveling solo has always existed, as of late it seems to have reached a fever pitch as women embrace travel and all its intricacies with open arms. Rather than fear strangers and the dangers that may live abroad, women are staying savvy, street-smart and open to the experience of discovering themselves against the backdrop of an exotic location.
The Instagram Accounts Every Traveler Should Follow
Of the hundreds of thousands of Instagram users who upload photos of everything from a delicious looking meal to an idyllic sunset, the following 10 Instagram users both inspire my own photography, have managed to generate a following and share gorgeous snapshots that fuel my wanderlust and remind to appreciate the simple things in life.
The Traveler Series: Rachel Sales of Pink Pangea
This week on The Traveler Series, meet Rachel Sales of Pink Pangea, a travel community for women to swap stories and connect. Rachel is the co-founder and editor of Pink Pangea and, along with co-founder Jaclyn Mishal, started the Pink Pangea community after growing frustrated with the lack of information for female travelers.
In a New York Minute: Scenes from the Concrete Jungle
Celebrating Colombia’s 2014 World Cup Performance
This year the FIFA World Cup tournament defied the odds as teams like the United States, Costa Rica and Colombia pushed out strong players such as Spain, Italy and Uruguay. While I was happy to see the United States rise from underdog and watch USA fans fall in love with futbol like never before, my heart was wrapped up in Colombia and the rising success of Los Cafeteros.
Debunking the Scary Hostel Myth
Hostels have a bad reputation and can often conjure up images of dangerous, dirty and downright uncomfortable accommodations. The stigma surrounding hostels can send travelers running into the arms of all-inclusive resorts, ultimately separating them from the culture of the destination they are visiting and costing them a fortune.
Surfing in New York City
The sunlight streaks the water and the taste of sea salt brushes across my lips as my body struggles to balance on the large, light blue surfboard below me. Out here on the ocean, this board has to become an extension of myself or I’ll look like a circus clown tumbling across the waves.