Carnevale Di Venezia – Baby It’s Cold Outside
by Jacqueline Harmon Butler

Tuesday was the last day of Carnevale—and my last chance to wear one of the getups that were now all bunched up on the bottom of my suitcase… Read more >>

Of Old Buses and Different Perspectives
by Ana Astri-O’Reilley

Saturday noon in Tunbridge Wells. It’s spring although the weather isn’t spring-like. It’s overcast and windy with rainy spells. The garage door is open… Read more >>

Soul Food
by Linda Dunlavy

We didn’t go to Russia for culture, beauty, or culinary adventure. We went to Russia for the kids… Read more >>

Approaching David
by Shara Johnson

I’d seen him before. I knew vaguely that curly hair, that alabaster skin, that bent knee of his standing pose… Read more >>

Communism Crumbling
by Ariel Bloomer

I had been in a funk for months. Even worse, I was stuck in a funk in Bulgaria… Read more >>

Flying Fish
by April Jensen

I have my parents to thank for the “travel bug.” Not just for passing it down to me (they have both been avid travelers for decades), but also for making a brave decision, when I was five… Read more >>

Toasting the Tuscan Kitchen
by Jan DeGrass

(Food & Drink Category Winner in the 2013 WanderWomen Write Travel Writing Contest)

I was growing restless. I sat alone in the lobby of the Hotel Annalena in Florence, Italy, watching the evening light filtering through high casement windows and splashing over what had once been a ballroom… Read more >>

Magic Carpets

Magic Carpet Seduction
by Lisa Egle

Each time a tout, an aggressive salesperson, tried to lure me into his shop—whether through a clever sales ploy or some ludicrous attention-getting line—I got the sense that I was in a pick-up bar… Read more >>

Heart-shaped Chocolate

Cioccolato Divino
by Deb Smith

When I was small, I used to wonder about Heaven. What was it like? In one of my favorite fantasies, Heaven was made of chocolate… Read more >>


Red Gold: Finding Saffron in Tuscany
by Jenny Miller

I’ve just arrived in Tuscany when the driver taking me and my friend to our hotel in the countryside interrupts. “See those towers?” he asks, pointing. “That’s San Gimignano; they call it ‘the Manhattan of the Middle Ages… Read more >>

The Phantom of the Opera

My Phantom of the Opera
by Anne Sigmon

I was practically willing to mortgage a grandchild for a night at the Paris Opera. What I coveted was romance… Read more >>

Tel Aviv

Stumbling Through Fear on the Way To Santiago
by Sunshine Jen

Australia is not a bad place to find out you have a fear of falling. The people are kind, and there’s plenty of beer… Read more >>

Woman at Paris Catacombs

Catacomb Chronicles
by Alycia Kravitz

The beam of Joca’s headlamp cut through the darkness and disappeared down the small hole in the side of the railroad tunnel. He nodded in response to our wide-eyed stares: oui, c’est çaRead more >>


Running with the Winos in France
by Samantha Stanway

(Grand Prize Winner in the 2011 WanderWomen Write Travel Writing Contest)

“You must cut back on your drinking if you hope to survive.”
I’d expect that kind of talk from a doctor… Read more >>

Piazza San Marco Venice

A Venetian Adventure
by Jacqueline Harmon Butler

The friendly and very handsome owner was nowhere to be seen when my friends and I arrived at the Bai Barbcani Ristorante. The last time I had visited his elegant Venetian restaurant he had flirted outrageously with me… Read more >>

Paris wine

Learning to Think Outside a Parisian Box
by Kate Crawford

It was Paris, I was young and in love, with life and Paris if not with Alain Chausse. Or was that Chausse Alain? I never knew, until the morning I became Madame Chausse. Read more >>

Ylli Giftl

Ylli’s Gifts
by Jann Huizenga

“Your name.” I say. “What’s your name.” The goatherd’s chocolate-chip eyes register confusion… Read more >>

Barbie Doll

All About Me
by Erica Jacobs Green

My days begin with pitch-dark, five a.m. wakeups from bright-eyed little people. Stumbling downstairs, I find our living room littered with crayons and Mr. Potato Head parts, headless Barbies, and wooden train tracks… Read more >>

Dunguaire CastleSchultz and Finkelstein
by Margaret O. Capozzolo
Travel lust is a major component of my genetic make-up, inherited from my mother’s side of the family. Poppop King was a railway conductor and, in his spare time, a homing-pigeon breeder; so you can see that travel was both his vocation and his avocation… Read more >>
BouquetMe Big Fat Belfast Wedding
by Jill Paris
I’m off to a “fancy do” in one of those lovely homes I’d viewed from on high. But, there’s one tiny hitch to this imagination come to life. I am to attend the wedding reception of two people I’ve known for less than forty-eight hours… Read more >>

Iceland SheepEverything Under the “Midnight” Sun
by Allison Grenewetzki
There is no better country to test your commitment to eating meat than taking a culinary tour of Iceland. Not a destination necessarily known for its cuisine, traditional Icelandic food offerings include such “enticing” specialties as rotted shark, smoked puffin and roasted whale meat… Read more >>
Prague St. CharlesLayers of Identity in Prague
by Cynthia Carbone Ward
It is the last morning of our five days in Prague and I am in my transit mode. It is the morning that does not count as a real one, the morning that is entirely about being packed and ready and getting to the airport, and yet I cannot help but notice the sound of a pigeon’s wings in flight past the window above the bed, and the whiteness of the sky… Read more >>

Santa CroceThe Return
by Mara Gorman
When we got off the train the air was warm, more like spring than November. The station looked the same as I remembered it; unlike everything else in Florence, it is spare and modern. The light was a sheer golden curtain, making even the cement pillars that lined the platforms into gleaming sculptural shapes… Read more >>
Wine bottlesA Rare Blend
by Erin Byrne
James and Marcus howled with laughter. Ann and Jack, heads crushed together, pored over photos. Nick gestured wildly, indicating precisely what it is about Bordeaux that spills into his soul. Balash, international party boy/philosopher, snatched and drained half-empty glasses… Read more >>

Playing at FountainWorld Is Crazier and More of It Than We Think
by Cynthia Carbone Ward
First I must learn the art of waiting. It is what we seem to do here in this Neapolitan town. We walk, and we wait. We congregate, and we wait. There is always someone missing whose presence is essential, some preordained time that has not yet arrived, some inexplicable sequence of events that must unfold… Read more >>
ApolloSailing to Hades
by W. Ruth Kozak
The boat cuts a silent swathe through the jade colored water of the narrow river. I imagine crocodiles lurking in the shallows. And surely those tangled boughs that dip into the murky surface shelter coiled serpents ready to strike… Read more >>

DanieleThe Indelible Daniele
by Kimberley Lovato
When I first approached the 700-year-old farmhouse of Daniele Mazet-Delpeuch, I wasn’t sure I’d come to the right place. The address she gave me when I first called to set up an interview was simply… Read more >>
Cinque TerraThis Ain’t Venice Beach
by Jan Burak Schwert
English was rarely spoken in Cinque Terre, but when I needed help, a handsome traveler spoke my language… Read more >>

Prague CityscapeLost and Found in Prague
by Jan Burak Schwert
Ron and I had just arrived in Prague and needed a room for the night. We parked our car and walked for more than an hour, looking for a vacancy… Read more >>
German ChurchFinding Franz
by Jan Burak Schwert
A man walked in and my jaw hit the floor. I’d never seen the man before. It was my husband… Read more >>

ColiseumA Roman Holiday
by Rachel Ward
On Christmas Eve I sat on steps outside the Roman Coliseum. I opened my new yet already worn Italy guidebook to study a vague map… Read more >>
semana santaSemana Santa: A Sacred and Secular Celebration
by Jan Burak Schwert
“Thrump, thrump” beat the drums, followed by trumpets blaring. A parade, I thought. But where was it coming from?… Read more >>

House on CreteThe Colors of Anogeia
by Angela D. Stancar
Anogeia, on the Greek island of Crete, is a town shrouded in the color black. It is a widows’ town, haunted by the absence of men. Near the end of a week vacationing on the island with my husband and both sets of parents, we had met a British expatriate who recommended Anogeia… Read more >>
St. MichaelsOut of Our Comfort Zone
by Jan Burak Schwert
“I am proud to announce the visa requirement for the United States has been lifted. Welcome to Ukraine!” declared President Viktor Yushchenko on the official Ukrainian website… Read more >>

Memento eyesMemento Mori
by Charlotte Chester
I hand my two coins to the man at the gates and step gingerly through. After descending the spiral staircase, I continue along a gritty tunnel, which darkens and narrows as it twists deeper under the earth… Read more >>
TommyRiding the 341
by Mara Gorman
There was a time when I used travel as a way to experiment with glamour. When I went to Paris, or New York, or London, I sipped 10-dollar glasses of chardonnay in industrial-chic cafés and bought swanky little purses that held only a lipstick and a credit card… Read more >>

Castle DinnerCheck, Please
by Kay Vail-Hayden
My friend and I were a couple of weeks into a European trip, and our clothing had achieved a level of stiffness that made us look like we were always standing at attention… Read more >>
red kettleThe Tiny Red Kettle
by Jan Burak Schwert
“Sarajevo is ready for tourists,” read the article in the London Times. Pictures of red roofs and snow-capped mountains leapt off the page. Bosnia had emerged from the 1990’s war and rebuilt its infrastructure, but tourists had yet to discover the country. It was time to visit… Read more >>

woman in dirndlShopping for Dirndls
by Jill Paris
“Jilly, look at this one,” my friend Simone says, stroking the fabric of a pale, pink dress. We’ve just entered a weird little Viennese storefront and I’m having a Laura Ashley flashback circa 1973… Read more >>
TurkeyTears from Turkey
by Stephanie Elizondo Griest
I once prided myself for having tear ducts of steel. I was the only kid on my block who could watch “Bambi” without bawling; “Beaches” made me snicker. Graduation. Weddings. Break-ups. Disappointments. I endured it all with neither a sigh nor a whimper. Until, that is, I went to Turkey… Read more >>

LouvreParisian Neighborhoods
by Rita Borges
Paris owes both its development and much of its visual appeal to the Seine River, which weaves through its heart. Each bank of the Seine has its own personality; the Rive Droite (Right Bank), with its spacious boulevards and formal buildings, generally has a more sober and genteel feeling than the more carefree and bohemian Rive Gauche (Left Bank) to the south… Read more >>
umbrella-in-swedish-streetBonfires of Valborg
by Lola Akinmade
Rain poured out of dark overcast clouds in an ironic twist. Monochrome umbrellas dotted the landscape with an occasional red or striped one breaking up the sparse but steady flow of people towards Skansen. The streets seemed barren… Read more >>

Eiffel TowerWalk Like a Parisian
by Rita Borges
There is nothing better than exploring the city on your own. As the old song say, Paris is at its best in springtime, even if it is sometimes a little wet. In winter Paris, has all sorts of cultural events going on, while in summer the weather is warm and lazy, sometimes sizzling… Read more >>
catacombsCatacombs of Paris
by Susan R. Norton
Some come to Paris for the The Louvre, The Eiffel Tower, some for the food and wine, but this time I came, strictly for the BONES, those belonging to the more than 6 million French men and woman who were deposited in the caves and tunnels of the Catacombs, twisting some 300 kilometers or 40% under the streets of Paris… Read more >>

Aveyron FranceNot So Picture Perfect
by Debra Borchert
“Before you even attach a lens or focus a photograph, take the time to pay attention to where you are.”… Read more >>
omaha beachCoasting Beyond Boyhood
by Erin Byrne
When you take your child out into the world, there is a risk that forces will be unleashed that coast them beyond your reach… Read more >>

piazza skylineAvventure in il Palio
by Taryn Rimland
It all started out as an ordinary day, much like any other Sunday, but ended with weeping in the streets of Siena… Read more >>
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