My husband, son and I recently took a mini vacation to the Texas Hill Country, where we stayed in a small town and got ready to eat copious portions of American cuisine. Imagine our surprise when we found tons of restaurants offering food and drinks from around the world. One night, we indulged in mulled wine (Germany!), another ravioli (Italy!), and another Pad Thai (Thailand!).
The first time I celebrated New Year’s Eve outside of the USA, I was a bit confused. I was in Jerusalem, expecting the same fanfare that I experienced back home — parties, dressing up, bubbly drinks. But, the night was relatively quiet — except for a few fireworks in the distance that I could hardly make out. As it turned out, New Year’s Eve isn’t an official holiday in Israel.
When our son was born just one year ago, my husband and I made a deal. During the next two years, we would travel as much as we possibly could. Why? Because our baby could fly for free, or, for anywhere between $70 to $140 if we booked a bassinet.
In my twenties, I was an avid traveler. I was constantly searching for flights to new destinations. I always wanted to go to the least popular travel spot, but my husband often reminded me that the most popular places were popular for a reason.
My favorite activity is traveling. And while I love traveling to any destination that’s new to me, I enjoy veering off the tourist trail most of all. Sometimes my husband and I exit trains at random stops. Other times, we’ll discover a captivating photo and suddenly find ourselves booking a flight. Thanks to these crazy trip planning methods, we’ve seen some incredible places.
When I was 18, I headed to Israel to spend the summer volunteering on a kibbutz. This had been a rite of passage in my family. I’d grown up hearing stories about my father’s experience on Kibbutz Mahanayim, where he once witnessed a chicken run around without its head, and my mother’s experience on Kibbutz Mishmar Hanegev, where she was paid in chocolate and cigarettes.
During one of Pink Pangea’s travel writing workshops, we reviewed Pulitzer-Prize-winning New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd’s account of her travels as a tourist in Saudi Arabia. In the piece, Ms. Dowd peppers her tourism adventure with her signature tongue-in-cheek irony. Saudi Arabia is a place where most tourists are unwelcome and women, especially, have trouble traversing the country.
IVF in Israel: A Conversation with New York Times Columnist Amy Klein - Pink Pangea: Travel Writing & Retreats for Women
As an avid reader of Amy Klein’s fertility columns on the New York Times’ Motherlode blog, I was intrigued to learn that Ms. Klein was relocating to Israel to continue her fertility treatments. Over the past year, her writing has detailed her trials and tribulations with her fertility treatments in the US, exuding a wonderful combination of determination, honesty, and serious self-reflection. I spoke to Ms. Klein about why her quest to have a child has taken her halfway around the world.
Feb 13, 2015 ... When two co-founders live on different continents, how do they make it work? By Rachel Sales (Editor, Pink Pangea). When I left New York to ......
Throughout college I was an avid traveler, setting off during each winter and summer break to work abroad. The second I entered a plane, I felt like I was in my element. I was always ready to experience something new and unknown. Whether it was hitchhiking throughout Israel’s northern hilltops, taking a bus from Cairo to the Sinai Desert alone, and befriending the expats in Kiev’s bars, I was fearless.
Most twenty-somethings I know are exploring the world, in the early stages of building their careers, or in the throes of applying to graduate school. But, Bekka Ross Russel is not your typical twenty-something. In her short life, she has already lived in several countries, launched a nonprofit that seeks to support a local Tanzanian orphanage, and adopted two orphans in Tanzania with her husband, Riz.
It was when we were hiking from one town to the next in Cinque Terre, huffing and puffing and keeping our eyes peeled on the step ahead, that I stopped to take in the view. Cinque Terre, just as everyone had promised, was stunning. But, I was not expecting it to be the most beautiful place I’d been until then.
Before my recent trip to Scotland, I booked an Airbnb because the location was great and it was reasonably priced. When my host told me that she ran a bakery in Glasgow and could provide us with a full breakfast, I realized that we were in luck. Then when she told me she was planning to sell her business to travel the world, I realized that we would become quick friends.