If you travel alone, you’ve got no one else to bounce ideas off of, to debate having an early dinner versus a late one, or to perhaps even tell you it’s okay to take an afternoon nap. Here are a few tips on what to do when you travel solo.
It was the geometric tiles I found myself drawn to the most—for the way their patterns repeated themselves, extending graceful rows of diamonds, squares, triangles and flourishes across the city.
The past week or so has brought a surge of year-in-review posts from fellow travel bloggers. No matter how much these posts may resemble each other, they all matter simply because we’re telling our stories.
![Mission [im]possible: 24 hours in Goa.](https://www.candaceroserardon.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/IMG_8883.jpg "Mission [im]possible: 24 hours in Goa.")
Have you royally messed up your Indian travel plans and given yourself an impossible 24 hours to experience Goa–arguably one of the country’s most popular states? Not to fear–yours truly did just the same and has lived to tell about her race through the state.
“Get a bicycle. You will not regret it if you live.” — Mark Twain When driving around the North Island of New Zealand last year, I spent a night on the Coromandel Peninsula in a hostel not far from the famous Hot Water Beach. That night I got to know three Germans (well, two Germans … Read More
“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.” — Jacques Deval I hadn’t been looking for a market. Indeed, on such a lazy Sunday morning in Porto, Portugal, I hadn’t been looking for anything much at all–but isn’t that when the great finds always happen? From the bus on … Read More
“Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.” — Henri Matisse It’s funny the things that remain with us after we leave a place. After a weekend in Porto, Portugal, I’m left with the usual roundup of activities to look back on–the four-hour bike ride along the coast to … Read More
I can’t help but look for them all over the city; strings of red Chinese lanterns above the Macanese streets. They hang in rows of graceful symmetry, so beautifully oblivious and suspended above the din below; above vendors handing out samples of beef jerky or almond cookies from wide, woven trays; above the black and … Read More