The Best Women's Travel Writing
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The Best Women's Travel Writing 2010
Gold Medal Winner, Independent Publisher Book Awards. “A funny, touching and impressive read.”
âEva Holland,
World Hum
100 Places Every Woman Should Go
“Will ignite the wanderlust in any womanâ¦inspiring and delightful.”
âLowell Thomas Awards judges' citation, Best Travel Book 2007
100 Places in Italy Every Woman Should Go
“Reveals an intimacy with Italy and a honed sense of adventure.
Andiamo!
”
âFrances Mayes
Women in the Wild
“A spiritual, moving and totally female book to take you around the world and back.”
âMademoiselle
A Woman's Path
“A sensitive exploration of women's lives that have been unexpectedly and spiritually touched by travel experiences ⦠highly recommended.”
â
Library Journal
A Woman's World
“Packed with stories of courage and confidence, independence and introspection.”
âSelf Magazine
A Woman's Passion for Travel
“Sometimes sexy, sometimes scary, sometimes philosophical and always entertaining.”
âSan Francisco Examiner
Sand in My Bra
“Bursting with exuberant candor and crackling humor.”
â
Publishers Weekly
A Woman's Europe
“These stories will inspire women to find a way to visit places they've only dreamed of.”
âThe Globe and Mail
The World Is a Kitchen
“A vicarious delight for the virtual tourist, as well as an inspiration for the most seasoned culinary voyager.”
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Mollie Katzen
Family Travel
“Should give courage to any wary mother who thinks she has to give up on her love of travel when she gives birth.”
âChicago Herald
Writing Away
“A witty, profound, and accessible exploration of journal-keeping.”
âAnthony Weller
WOMEN'S TRAVEL LITERATURE FROM TRAVELERS' TALES
100 Places Every Woman Should Go
100 Places in Italy Every Woman Should Go
The Best Women's Travel Writing series
Her Fork in the Road
Kite Strings of the Southern Cross
A Mile in Her Boots
More Sand in My Bra
A Mother's World
Sand in My Bra
The Thong Also Rises
Unbeaten Tracks in Japan
Whose Panties Are These?
A Woman's Asia
A Woman's Europe
A Woman's Passion for Travel
A Woman's Path
A Woman's World
A Woman's World Again
Women in the Wild
Writing Away
Wild with Child
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Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh
and excitingâ
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
âM
ARY
O
LIVER
, “W
ILD
G
EESE
”
For my family
Table of Contents
Lavinia Spalding
Kimberley Lovato
FRANCE
Ann Hood
TIBET
Molly Beer
EL SALVADOR/GUATEMALA
Marcia DeSanctis
FRANCE
Angie Chuang
AFGHANISTAN
Lucy McCauley
USA
Susan Orlean
FRANCE
Laurie Weed
LAOS
Jocelyn Edelstein
BRAZIL
Carrie Visintainer
MEXICO
Bridget Crocker
ZAMBIA
Marcy Gordon
ITALY
OF MONARCHS AND MEN IN MICHOACÃN
Meera Subramanian
MEXICO
Amber Kelly-Anderson
CHINA
Jennifer Rose Smith
NEW ZEALAND
Carol Reichert
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
Catherine Watson
SAMOA
THE INTERNATIONAL EXPIRATION DATE
Sarah Katin
OMAN/ABU DHABI
Haley Sweetland Edwards
VIETNAM
Blair Braverman
NAMIBIA
Layne Mosler
ARGENTINA
Lauren Quinn
CAMBODIA
MARE'S MILK, MOUNTAIN BIKES, METEORS & MAMMARIES
Kirsten Koza
KYRGYZSTAN
Kristen Zibell
INDIA
Emily Matchar
ISRAEL
Kate McCahill
INDIA
Abbie Kozolchyk
VIETNAM
Anena Hansen
KENYA
Laura Fraser
ITALY
Mary Jo McConahay
BELIZE
Martha Ezell
ENGLAND
Jessica Wilson
FRANCE/SPAIN
W
hen I was little, we didn't travel. My parents couldn't afford airplane tickets, and we were never one of those road-tripping-skiing-camping-fishing-s'mores-by-the-bonfire families. We were a stay-indoors-play-monopoly-read-politely-on-the-sofa people. I do recall one big international trip, however, to Madrid, Spain.
What I remember is that I didn't get to go. My parents took my older brother and sister, while I stayed home with my Nana. Although I have no memory of their departure or return, I can still vividly recall the resulting 8 x 10 framed photo of my siblings, ages five and eight, posing with a statuesque flamenco dancer. All three subjects beamed widely into the camera as they held castanets above their heads, wrists turned elegantly inward. That grainy photograph hung on our living room wall every day of my childhood, taunting me.
“You wouldn't have even remembered the trip!” my mom protested whenever I complained about my missed opportunity. “You were two! And in diapers!”
None of that mattered. All I knew was that something rare and magical existed within that photo, and I wanted in.
The summer after I turned ten, I finally got the family trip I'd longed for. My parents moved us from New Hampshire to Arizona, and we spent three glorious weeks on the road. My brother Nathanael and I rode with my parents in a yellow 1965 school bus they'd converted into a camper van and named Gillie Rom (“Song of the road” in Romany, the Gypsy language) while my sister and a friend caravanned in the U-Haul. Nathanael and I spent most of our time at a foldout card table in the back, playing poker for pennies and encouraging passing truckers to honk their horns. I devoted entire days to reading Nancy Drew books, scribbling in my journal, and staring dreamily out the window at cornfields and cows.
My parents braked for all major landmarks: the Hershey chocolate factory in Pennsylvania, the Luray Caverns in Virginia, the American Museum of Science and Energy in Tennessee. I remember a Fourth of July barbecue in Memphis with pulled pork cooked for twenty-four hours, and a late-night bluegrass jam session around a campfire in Kentucky. One night at a KOA in Arkansas, my father jimmied the lock of a rental paddleboat and we all floated on a moonlit lake while he serenaded us with his classical guitar.
I had never been happier or more awakened to the promise of the world and the possibilities that exist within a family. And I've probably spent my adult life trying to prolong the experience.
There's something tremendously potent about family travel, and this fact struck me again while editing
The Best Women's Travel Writing Volume 8
. As I reviewed the stories that make up this year's collection, an unexpected theme began rising from the ink: among the cast of characters were two grandfathers, a grandmother, two mothers, a father, a brother, a couple of daughters, a son, some ancestors, a friend's parents, and two sisters-in-law.
Likewise, there's something singularly powerful about the
stories
that come from family travel. I find them fascinating, and not strictly because of an unchecked childhood obsession with a photo, or even three weeks spent in a school bus with foldout cots. What excites me in a piece of travel writing is the same quality that makes travel itself meaningful: genuine human connection. When a story involves family, this is nearly always presentâoften paired with some complicated and long-awaited flash of understanding, the reinterpreting of a shared history, a healthy dose of ambiguity, a deepening of ties, and in the end, a sense of renewal, perhaps even redemption.
To me, that makes for good reading.
In this year's collection, we have Amber Kelly-Anderson climbing the Great Wall of China in torrential rain with her ninety-one-year-old grandfather who yearns for nothing more than one final journey, and Carol Reichert accompanying her brother to a stem-cell clinic in the Dominican Republic on a desperate mission to find a miracle cure for his disease. There's Ann Hood's stunning memoir of seeking a little solace in Tibet after a devastating family tragedy, and Molly Beer's recognition, on a bridge between El Salvador and Guatemala, that the paths she and her father have taken in life are peacefully intersecting.
In Marcy Gordon's “Root-Bound,” she recalls a trip to Sicily with her mother to research their ancestry, during which they end up finding more
famiglia
than they anticipated. Root-bound, a gardening term, refers to the point when plant roots exceed the limits of their container and grow all together in one big, tangled mass.
To me, these are the perfect words to describe the uncommon kinship that emerges from travel.
Thirty-some years have passed since the summer I spent on the road with my family. Since then I've traveled to thirty-some countries and inhabited thirty-some homes. I've lived in seven states, and for six years I called South Korea home. I've gone hang gliding in Australia and horseback riding in Costa Rica, driven a Fiat 500 across Sicily, and danced the
sevillana
on a rooftop in Spain. I've hidden from Chinese police in a hillside monastery in Tibet, outrun a typhoon in the Philippines, and lain on a dirt road by a rice field in Bali watching fireflies light up the dark. I've trekked with hill-tribe Hmong girls in Vietnam, learned to salsa in a tiny Cuban living room, ridden an elephant through a jungle in Thailand, and meditated at dusk in an ancient, deserted temple in Cambodia.
I've nursed a lifelong love affair with movement, straying ever farther from those I love most. But somewhere along the way, it dawned on me that I was always traveling with familyâbecause the act of travel, to the extent that it separates us from our relatives, also extends, manifests, multiplies, and completes family.
Travelers' Tales' editor-at-large James O'Reilly once wrote, “It is a cliché to say that we are all kin, but it is true. Even if we hail from different clans, travel makes you certain that kinship is true not only in sentiment but in fact.”
On the road, how quickly strangers become our sisters, sharing stories, tips, meals, and maps; how seamlessly our guides morph into overprotective brothers, herding us through crowds and shielding us from mysterious dangers. Our hosts become self-appointed parental figures who insist we're not eating enough. And if we aren't careful, our travel companion can turn into something resembling a conjoined twin.
Many stories in this year's collection illustrate this category of “family.” Bridget Crocker learns about the enduring power of sisterhood in a river community in Zambia, while Abbie Kozolchyk forms “a funny little family” on an island in Vietnam with locals who don't speak a word of her language. Jocelyn Edelstein finds a home in a slum in Brazil with three generations of women who teach her about survival. And Jessica Wilson joins a “pilgrim corps” to walk the Camino de Santiago from France to Spainâand becomes part of what she calls “an unmistakable
we
.”
There's something profoundly intense and intoxicating about friendship found en route. It's the bond that arises from being thrust into uncomfortable circumstances, and the vulnerability in trusting others to help navigate those situations. It's the exhilaration of meeting someone when we are our most alive selves, breathing new air, high on life-altering moments. It's the discovery of the commonality of the world's people and the attendant rejection of prejudices. It's the humbling experience of being suspicious of a stranger who then extends a great kindness. It's the astonishment of learning from those whom we set out to teach. It's the intimacy of sharing small spaces, the recognition of a kindred soul across the globe.
It's the travel relationship, and it can only call itself family.
For years, Travelers' Tales has brought together tribes of travel writers whose stories make the world a more familiar place and tribes of travel readers who connect to the storytellers, making it a more
familial
place. With each tale, we move closer to one another, and closer to someone in a faraway part of the world, and it seems a new leaf sprouts on a branch of our extended family tree.
This book will take you from Afghanistan to Brazil, from Cambodia to the Dominican Republic, from England to France and Guatemala, and all the way to Zambia, with umpteen points in between. The women in this book will take you on inner journeys as distinct as each destination. As you read, you may find your paths crossing, your lives colliding, and your stories becoming inexorably intertwinedâperhaps even root-bound. You might develop a feeling of affinity for not only the authors, but also the amazing characters they'll introduce you to.
You'll meet a beautiful boatman in Belize, a blundering bicycling guide in Kyrgyzstan, a cocky cab driver in Argentina, and a puzzling palm reader in India. In France, you'll learn a thing or two about marriage from a famous restaurateur and find your preconceptions challenged by a village ice cream maker. You might even fall for a stubborn Brit in Oman, a butterfly photographer in Mexico, a dreadlocked soccer coach in Kenya, a long-lashed Muslim in Afghanistan, or a quiet, pancake-making bird researcher in New Zealand.
After all, anything can happen on the roadâespecially when you're traveling with family.
âL
AVINIA
S
PALDING
San Francisco, CA