So, you’ve got a freshly minted BA and you’re ready for an adventure! Or maybe you’ve been slaving away in a cube farm and you’re fairly sure that a warm beach is calling your name. Since you’re not tied down with a mortgage/child/spouse yet, why not have a bit of adventure? Here are five way that you can explore the world and escape your cubicle — all without breaking the bank. Keep reading »
Want to get away from it all? Need a break from your shitty job? Want to relax for a bit and not be stressed out? Then don’t go on any of these vacations.
#6. Tour the Sewers of Paris, Cost: $3 Per Day
Paris isn’t all poodles and Eiffel Towers, and it goes without saying that there’s more to see than the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe. In fact, after taking a dump in one of the city’s fine restrooms, you may find yourself saying, “Man, I wish I could see the part of Paris where my shit goes.” You’re in luck, you sick bastard, because you can actually pay to take a tour of the Paris Sewer System. Read more…
Since 1998, I’ve filled two passports, trundled through innumerable airports and navigated the border crossings of 28 countries — almost always by myself. Occasionally I’ve been accompanied by a boyfriend, sometimes by a brave friend I’ve convinced to join me, but most of the time I wandered out into the throng of waiting touts alone.
Now, when you’re a young woman and you tell people you’re going to travel, the first question will be: “Who are you going with?” Keep reading »
There are few things more exciting than a fresh passport stamp in a new country, but all those international adventures can leave your documents looking worse for wear. Keep your precious passport protected–and add an extra shot of style to your travel accessories–with one of these handmade passport covers. We’ve rounded up a range of styles from preppy stripes to vintage maps, and all of ‘em are under 20 bucks. Bon voyage!
Writer Jill Filipovic recently went on a trip and discovered that a TSA agent had left her a note in her bag referencing an item he had come across during his search. “GET YOUR FREAK ON GIRL” the note read. It seems he had found her vibrator and thus felt it within his rights to leave her a creepy and unprofessional message about it. Filipovic tweeted about the incident and the TSA employee responsible has since been suspended. While the matter seems to be resolved, I am still fixated on one aspect of this story — traveling with sex toys. Keep reading »
I’m spending this month traveling around Europe and documenting my adventures for The Frisky. So far I’ve said awkward things in cheese shops in Paris and braved the terrifying highways of Italy … today we’re talking London!
When I first arrived in London I went straight to a coffee shop and ordered an earl grey tea and a scone, because it seemed like the British thing to do. When my scone arrived it was accompanied by a little glass pot of preserves and a tub of something called clotted cream. I squealed with glee at my tiny corner table, smearing the strange and delicious condiments onto the warm scone and taking a bite. And let me tell you: that cool, sweet, clotted cream, whatever it was, brought me as close to true happiness as a dairy product can.
My first UK google search was “What the f**k is clotted cream and where has it been all my life?”
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Last week, I told you about my trip to Paris, in all its gorgeous, historic, delicious glory. This week I explored Italy with my mom and my brother Devin. My family is Italian but we’d never been to Italy, and from the people to the scenery to the food, it didn’t disappoint. We went to my friend Milena’s beautiful wedding on Lake Garda and then drove down to Rome, stopping in a couple seaside towns on the way but mostly trying not to die on the highways. I’ve compiled a list of Dos and Don’ts based on my experience — read on to check ‘em out, and please share your own Italian travel tips in the comments! Keep reading »
As I mentioned last week, I’m spending the month exploring Europe and I’ll be chronicling my journey for The Frisky. My boyfriend Nick and I began our trip in Paris. We spent a few days there on our own and then my mom and my brother Devin joined us. Well, they tried. Unfortunately, their first experience with the Paris Metro system played out like a formulaic sequel to “Home Alone:” Devin boarded a train and the doors closed before my mom could get on. Neither of them had a cellphone or directions, so they spent the next two and a half hours riding trains back and forth through the city trying to find each other while Nick and I waited for them at the Metro station — terrified that they’d been abducted — and chain-eating croissants to cope with the stress. Luckily Devin found a kindly Scottish farmer to guide him home and my mom found a payphone under the Eiffel Tower, but wow, what a crazy day (apparently my family has bad luck with trains). More thoughts on Paris after the jump… Keep reading »