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Finding Real Love in Paris

Finding Real Love in Paris
By on January 25, 2011

Paris is known as the City of Lights, but also, the City of Love. Finding real love in Paris is hard because most men are looking only for a one-night stand. I hope this post inspires you to find your love in Paris!

Tips for Women Travellers in Istanbul

Tips for Women Travellers in Istanbul
By on December 16, 2010

While the number of women travelling alone increases, most still experience their first voyages on the Internet. Before my first trip to Istanbul, I had read all the warnings and tips I could possibly find online, many of which scared me into thinking that Istanbul would be a frightening city where women were unsafe walking the streets during day, let alone being out at dusk!

In Defense of Turkish Men

In Defense of Turkish Men
By on June 27, 2010

The man in the well-cut black suit stood watching me as I struggled to carry my overweight duffel bag across the cobbles of the narrow shopping street. “Must be another carpet seller” I sighed to myself; no way around him without reversing course. After three weeks of solo travel enjoying Western Turkey – that day a hot 3-hour bus ride from Pamukkale to the small Aegean town of Selcuk – I was tired and talked out

Keeping it Hospitable in Turkey

Keeping it Hospitable in Turkey
By on June 17, 2010

Here I am in Cappadocia, a very touristy area, trying my hand at “kilim” weaving – and staying far away from the men that are waiting to charm female tourists! Turkish people are famous for their misafir pervelik, and pride themselves on this hospitality. Many times have I heard from friends traveling in Turkey about how a Turkish person they randomly met invited them back to their home for dinner with their family, or else spent the day guiding them around without asking for anything in return

Unsavory Moments with Turkish Men

Unsavory Moments with Turkish Men
By on June 17, 2010

While working as an au pair in Turkey, my host-mom always sent the driver with me when I went into Istanbul – making me feel very over-protected. But on my last day in the country, I went there without the driver and finally understood that she’d wanted to protect me from male harassment.