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For many of us, winter means mini trips — to visit family for the holidays, to escape from family for the holidays, to spend a weekend relaxing on warm beaches or snowboarding on the slopes. If you’ve got a quick jaunt on your calendar, avoid overpacking and skip baggage claim with a cute carry-on bag. We’ve rounded up 10 colorful options, and the best part? They’re all less than a hundred bucks.
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 b
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?”