Traveling to another country is always exciting. This is especially true if you go alone. You’re out there yucking it up solo, living your life and maybe even doing things that you wouldn’t do back home. You are you, but the vacation version of you. And what does the vacation version of you do? Takes a shit ton of chances! Not crazy chances, but rockin’ the boat type of stuff that will make for great stories when you get home.
So if you’re single, out in the world and maybe even in a country where there is a barrier thanks to language, how do you meet someone? Whether you’re looking for a one-night-stand, a fling or maybe something long lasting, you have to be able to get over all that “lost in translation” stuff. It can happen, because as they say, “love is the international language.” Or, to be more honest, straight-up banging actually is. Keep reading »
I have a love/hate relationship with Las Vegas. I hate the roving bands of douchebags, the smell of stale cigarette smoke, the rampant objectification of women, and the baffling popularity of Ed Hardy trucker hats. I love the sequined dresses, the free drinks, the “Star Wars”-themed slot machines, and the awesome concerts. After spending another weekend in Las Vegas recently, I thought it was time to compile a list of some of my favorite things to do in Sin City. Read on for my Las Vegas lowdown, and as always, please feel free to share other ideas and suggestions in the comments! Keep reading »
The Frisky’s former intern extraordinaire, Daley, is studying abroad during her spring semester. Over the next several months, she’ll be writing us dispatches from her studies in Africa.
“South Africa is going to be hot,” I told Kim, my hairstylist of almost nine years, “so I need a couple of inches off.”
While individually dying the multitude of grey hairs that had enveloped my head, Kim laughed and said, “Why didn’t you pick, like, a European country to study abroad, like a normal kid?”
“The evil Spanish language,” I replied. Keep reading »
Judging from the excitement surrounding the third season of “Portlandia” and all the emails in my inbox from readers who want to know more about visiting the city, Portland is having another moment (our really big moment happened back in the early 00s when The New York Times realized that not only did Portland exist, but the people here have beards and eat artisanal cheeses–it’s like a trend piece wet dream!).
When I asked my Portland friends for recommendations of things to do in this weird, wonderful city, their suggestions ranged from “Streak across the Steel Bridge” to “Drop out of graphic design school” to “Occupy something,” so obviously the Portland experience is tough to encompass in a single list (or even a single trip), but I’m going to try to focus on 10 activities that will guarantee a fun, fulfilling trip. Oh, and maybe finally convince my NYC-based Frisky coworkers to come visit me… Keep reading »
I’m in the process of plotting out my travel schedule for the new year (if I don’t have at least one trip in the works, I feel aimless and empty), and between all the travel porn viewing and frantic airfare price-checking, I’ve also been reminiscing about the trips I took over the last year. When I think back on the best travel moments, it’s definitely a toss-up between swimming with sea turtles in Maui (and learning a few life lessons in the process), and dancing to an amazing bluegrass jam band in a dive bar in Nashville: two very different experiences that I’ll never forget. After the jump, check out the highlights from other Frisky staffers’ 2012 travels,and please share your own in the comments! Did you take any major trips this past year? What experience stands out the most? Do you have any travel goals for 2013? We want to hear about it! Keep reading »
A couple weeks ago Amelia sent me this gorgeous picture of a tunnel of Wisteria vines in Japan, and it immediately filled me with a sense of wonder and tranquility. I keep going back to look at it whenever I’m feeling stressed or overwhelmed (which has been pretty often lately), and it got me thinking about other places in the world with truly awesome floral displays. From record-setting botanical gardens to bustling flower markets, click through to check out 11 dream destinations for floral fanatics, and please feel free to share your own recommendations in the comments!
What is this stunning piece of architecture, you ask? It’s a Belgian hotel called CasAnus, which allows visitors to spend the night in a replica of a colon, complete with a giant anus. Hey, whatever floats your boat, right? With that in mind, we thought it might be a good time to round up some of the other unique hotels that caught our attention this year. Click through to check out 6 more loony lodging options!
As much as I can appreciate a grand cathedral or a museum filled with classic paintings, sometimes there’s nothing better than a big, beautiful rainbow stretching across the sky. After seeing a particularly stunning specimen appear over the Portland skyline this weekend, I got to wondering about the best places in the world to see rainbows, and I found seven locations where the climate and landscape combine to create epic rainbows on a regular basis. Who wants to join me on a rainbow world tour? Click through the gallery to see where we’re going!
All this month The Frisky is serving up holiday gift guides to help you pick presents for everyone on your list. Here, we’ve got gifts for the travel addict in your life… Keep reading »
I arrived at the Paris airport, knowing only a handful of French words and phrases, holding a map of the city I picked up at the information desk, with the address of the place I was staying written on the first page of my otherwise blank journal. And … I had no cell phone to help me find my way.
I followed the signs with the little trains on them. Paid for my ticket with the Euros I had exchanged at the airport. Picked a Metro stop that appeared to be in the general vicinity of the apartment I was staying at and proceeded to lug my 50 pound suitcase up and down countless flights of stairs.
When I emerged from the Chatalet station with a kink in my neck and a numb right bicep, it was raining. I had no clue where I was. I was panic stricken. Keep reading »