Solo Travel over 50 

I am a solo female traveler, writer, and photographer. I have traveled solo for four years beginning at 70 years of age.  I sold my home, furniture and most of my belongings.

My journey began in Nice, France, which holds a special place in my heart. Overlooking the clear azure blue waters with rocky cliffs, it is paradise. With a positive, relaxed lifestyle and sun most days of the year.

Although intimidating to travel outside my comfort zone, my confidence increased. Each country provided a unique experience. One does not recall all the places you see but you remember the surreal moments and the people you meet along the way.

I rented an apartment in a local neighborhood in Bucharest, Romania shopping at the local market, making friends with the locals. Erica sold flowers at the market and the first few days she would beg me to purchase flowers. After a few days, I decided to buy flowers daily to help support her. We became friends and she bought tea, which we shared, at her flower stand on my last day there. 

                                  Erica sold flowers at the local market

The Soviet era is apparent in Bucharest although there are gems such as a large park to stroll, museums and the food is very good and inexpensive.  There is a language barrier primarily among the elderly however, the people are helpful. The young people speak English and open to communicating about life in Romania.

I arrived in Istanbul the day a large cave explosion caused over 300 deaths. People were angry about riots near my apartment. I was fortunate that the owner accompanied me to the apartment and helped me get food for the evening since it was not safe to go out. The riots continued while I was in Istanbul however, I learned how to avoid them.

Istanbul became one of my best memories: “Have a cup of tea” an invitation everywhere in Turkey; Call to prayer each evening; Tea overlooking overlooking the Bosporus with the apartment owners family; Turkish bath ; the ferry to the Islands; the palaces; walking the seven hills of Istanbul.

Travel changes you in unexpected ways. One can never return to who you were before. You are never too old to travel. Onward!

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