If you want to travel the world, you need a few things: a passport, money, fabulous sunglasses, and a great bag. From oversized totes to hard shell suitcases, we found 10 awesome carry-on bags that will let you skip the baggage claim crowds and head right to your destination. Click through to check ‘em out!
My favorite thing about traveling is that it always changes me. Whether I’m taking a road trip to a neighboring state or exploring Europe for a month, I never come back home the same person I was when I left. Traveling changes your perspective, it changes the way you see yourself, and it changes the way you see the world. In honor of Wanderlust 2013, I thought I’d look back at a few of the travel experiences that have had the biggest impact on my life. Please feel free to share you own travel experiences in the comments! Keep reading »
There are a few things in life I feel like I’m pretty good at, among them, roasting a mean pork tenderloin, giving sad sacks hours and hours of life advice without pay, drinking a whole bottle of champagne without getting slurry, drawing meaningful dating wisdom from unlikely sources (like “Star Trek”), and traveling alone. Interestingly, I’ve gotten good at all these things, as different as they are, through being a thirtysomething woman with no dependents or serious love interests. The perks of being single abound!
But seriously. I love traveling alone. Initially, traveling alone was something I did out of necessity. Following the big breakup of 2008 (never forget), I suddenly found myself making enough money, finally, to afford a regular vacation, but without a built-in travel buddy/boyfriend. While I obviously had friends, the vast majority of them were either A) in serious relationships and used their precious vacation hours to travel together or B) too poor to go anywhere besides a stops on the Long Island Railroad. That meant that if I was going to get the hell out of New York City — and seriously, you have to leave NYC sometimes or you’ll end up going crazy and painting song lyrics in menstrual blood on your bedroom walls — I was going to have to embark on a solo adventure. Luckily, I have always been someone who savored me time so aside from a few vague fears (would I get bored? would it be safe?), I was stoked at the prospect of having seemingly limitless hours to explore a new place on my own terms, unencumbered by anyone else’s needs and desires. How luxurious.
And, oh, how it is. I have adored every single one of my solo vacations to the point where I genuinely prefer traveling the world alone. For one thing, untethering yourself, however temporarily, from the demands of your fellow man adds a whole new level of relaxation to a vacation. For example… Keep reading »
In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s spring. And there’s no time better to load up the car with beef jerky and Red Bull, and take on the American highway system with your best friend. That’s right. It’s ROAD TRIP TIME! But we here at The Frisky didn’t want you to take any old road trip. So we’re sending you to the destinations embedded in your memory since your first slumber party: this will be the official Chick Flick Road Trip. Ten movies, fifteen states, and approximately 4,193 miles of iconic scenery that will make you proud to own a vagina. And not just because you can get out of speeding tickets. Keep reading »
I’m an avid backpacker/compulsive traveler. I’m an overly optimistic dreamer who has quite seriously hypothesized that (a) mermaids exist, and (b) if you run fast enough and cry hard enough, Bradley Cooper just might chase you around a street corner and scream “I love you.” I tend to believe that smiley face emoticons in emails are one step away from a marriage proposal. For the most part, my world view serves me well, except perhaps, when it comes to travel romances. From my personal experiences, I would like to share with you some helpful DONT’s and DO’s of flinging while abroad. Keep reading »
Greetings from Nashville, Tennessee! We got into town last week after a 4-day, 2300-mile road trip with everything we own crammed in the trunk of my Volkswagen Jetta. This was, by far, the longest road trip I’ve ever taken, and the drive itself is something I will never forget. I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to sum up the experience, and I think a best/worst list is in order. Read on to get the scoop on Utah sushi, Kansas City kindness, public bathrooms, broken radios, and a quesadilla I will regret for the rest of my life… Keep reading »