Ever have one of those songs you just cannot get out of your mind? It’s there when you wake up, you find yourself humming it in the grocery store or on the train. People stare. Someone asks, ”What IS that song?” Mine is Waterloo. Made famous by the Swedish rock group ABBA in the 70’s. I recently visited the place behind the song and the legend on a trip through …
Yad Vachem, the World Holocaust Remembrance Center in Jerusalem is a place of beauty, hope and acknowledgement. It is also a place of unspeakable pain. Designed by architect Moshe Safdie, the building is a prism-like structure penetrating Mount Herzi from one side to the other with both ends cantilevering into the open air. I experienced walking through the dark, interior galleries, a warren of small rooms, each purposed to tell …
Is the question a little daunting? Understandably yes. Of course you can drive a car in Europe but whether or not you should, based on your travel plans, is another question. More on that in a minute. First, having the freedom to go where you want, when you want is an attractive option for the solo female traveler. Let’s assume you want to explore this option. What’s the process? Is …
Leave Lisbon and drive or take the train (for about 5 euros round trip ) along the coast to Cascais, considered by every guidebook of merit to be one of Portugal’s most chic resorts. “Known for its three stunning bays and boasts delicious upscale restaurants, luxurious hotels, and non-pareil beaches. But it is the tranquil atmosphere of luxury and ease, along with its stunning seaside esplanade that makes it one of …
Cooking classes are a top tier option for the solo, female senior traveler. I heartily recommend this as an easy (lots of online options) safe (read the reviews) entertaining and eye-opening way to explore the cuisine of a new country. Food preparation offers a unique and yummy peek into a national culture I took my first class on a trip to Southeast Asia, stopping in a small village for the …
It’s not about the castanets. Before my trip to Seville, I misunderstood the art form of Flamenco. I had visions of elaborately ruffled women clicking those little plastic gizmos in a face off with brooding matador-types in mock Andalusian ecstasy. It’s not. Flamenco is an art like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s raucous, joyous, passionate and great entertainment. Fun fact: castanets were not part of the original flamenco dance but …