by Jennifer L. Price The hardest part of traveling alone as a young woman, for me, is eating dinner. Breakfast isn’t too bad—it’s okay if you read the newspaper or peruse brochures for what you’re going to do that day. Lunch is usually spent on the go anyway, so no one notices if you grab…
Every time I look down on this timeless town whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, more and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love…
by Sharon Dewar The army of elephants stood stiffly, alert and imposing, their powerful gray silhouettes staring intensely at our open-aired Land Cruiser. It was our second night on safari, and the sky was dark and foreboding as we drove alongside Botswana’s Khwai River, a tributary that feeds into the Okavango Delta, on the northern…
by Leah Krauss Some girls deal with tough breakups by eating a pint of Hagen Daaz. Some dye their hair blonde. I happened to be traveling alone for the first time in Australia when it happened, and I went with grueling displays of sport to redirect my pain. What you have to understand about this…
by Marisa Alioto This article was originally featured online at Savvy Miss.com. Tango Diva is so pleased to be featuring Marisa Alioto and her study abroad expertise for our Studying Divas! * * * * Many students don’t study abroad because they fear the cost will outweigh the benefits. But in most cases, this…
by Jacqueline Harmon Butler Looking out the window of a music store in Lisbon, Portugal, I laughed outloud watching a passing parade of vintage convertible cars progressing along Avenue Liberdade. They were filled with brides in all sizes, shapes and ages, dressed in all their bridal finery. The store owner told me they were the…
by Stephanie Block I am the worst person to write this article. My idea of an outdoor adventure is being approached by an off-leash poodle at the park near my house. Don’t get me wrong—I love the outdoors. I’m glad it’s there. I just don’t feel the need to commune much with its poison oaks…