Travel
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Navigating Solo Dining and Solo Dates
There was nothing more peaceful than sitting down at a restaurant to finally eat after spending a day recovering from the loss of my phone and fanny pack at 6 a.m. in Barceloneta. I had used my only money (€20 under my insole) to get cash from a family friend just north of the city. And then I took a bus almost all the way back to Barceloneta for a solo date at a paella restaurant. 7 Portes graciously made space for me at a corner table, despite my missed reservation. The single portion paella I ordered was my breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the day. The silver lining of…
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The Culture of Enjoyment and the Flâneur
Italy— and much of Southern Europe— breeds the flâneur, makes an art of the aimless stroll. One can wander the streets with no destination and find purpose in the pace, in the eyes watching you watch. It is so at odds with the Fordist, conveyor belt “walk with purpose” that was drilled into me in school. But Italy made an amateur flâneuse of me. When you live in an 18×18’ apartment, weaving your way through the alleyways and porticos in Bologna is necessary for one’s sanity, even if there is nothing more to the outing. Small private spaces mean people take to public spaces, blending boundaries between public and private spheres.…
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Friends, Figs, and Fruitful Frolics
It was the night of the supermoon and the three of us took to the water like wild nymphs full of giddy, nervous energy, offerings in hand. Three figs, one for each of us, and the branch of a fig tree that was collateral in our foraging. Our hands found each other, trusting and certain. It was just us, our breathing, the water, and the moon as witness. Swimming in dark moonlit water that felt like shadows and looked like glassy, luminous mercury made me feel like I was soaking up the moon’s beams and power. I pumped my arms as though I was making a snow angel on the…
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Advice From Around The World
You can become best friends with someone at a hostel within a night. The beauty of solo travel is getting to experience the openness and inherent goodness of humanity because you’re surrounded by people who have the same hunger for life and connection. So many people made lasting impressions on me while solo traveling— whether through fleeting moments found in a common tongue while offering to take someone’s photo or lasting hostel friendships that survive the journey home. My most prized possession on my travels was a little blue book from the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, printed with his Almond Blossoms. It came with me everywhere because I wanted…
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10 Things You Can’t Miss in Bologna, Italy
(From someone who lived there and went back almost solely to revisit the city’s gelaterias) 1. Outdoor movies in Piazza Maggiore in the summer It’s hot, like a nice breezy dress still sticking to your sweat drenched thigs, but by dark, the city falls into a nice dully warm night, rumbling with happy people and bikes chattering over cobblestones. That’s when you make your way to Piazza Maggiore from June through August (preferably not by car, like my parents did, resulting in a ticket) for Sotto le stelle del Cinema. I had the pleasure of seeing a silent film accompanied by an orchestra. 2. Cremeria Santo Stefano Every time I…
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The Friends I Made in Bologna
I could walk the streets of Bologna in my sleep. My route into the city from the little studio apartment I rented near Giardini Margherita is as familiar to me as my walk to elementary school. The park, the old city gate, two of my favorite gelaterias ever, Via Guerrazzi to walk to class, lots of oranges and browns and reds, Piazza Santo Stefano, and then the heart of the city: the Due Torri and Piazza Maggiore. Part of why Bologna is so special to me is because of the people I met there. It took time to find my people, but the ones that stuck with me— Julie, Lien,…
