Mature Women Travel!
One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
Is that I did not kiss you enough.
Welcome to NomadWomen, the site for mature women who travel… or want to. Come on in, have a look around. We are here to inspire and empower you to get up, get out, and see all that this big beautiful world has to offer. We want to help you head out and kiss the world enough.
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The Student Jail at Heidelberg University is proof that college students acting stupid is not a new thing. It is part of a long and rich history of university boys behaving badly. Boys Behaving Badly As I write this, Spring Break has just ended, with the usual reports of naughty, outrageous and just plain […]
Every family has its holiday traditions. In mine, it’s a Christmas cocktail. Every year it’s different. But always yummy. The tradition started when my brother-in-law, Matt Worrix, decided to invent a cocktail for a big family celebration. It was such a hit, that it continued. Every Christmas, Thanksgiving or family birthday, Matt would invent a […]
On the top floor of Culzean Castle (pronounced Cull-ANE), in Scotland’s southwest corner, just 50 miles from Glasgow, is a special place. It was where Dwight D. Eisenhower went to get away and relax. To feel pampered and free from the stresses of being a hero… and later a President. Now you can go there […]
Want some great Insiders’ Tips for traveling to Prague? I’ve got them. I’m not a Prague local, not at all. But I know one. And he led me to hidden spots and secret gardens I never would have found on my own. With these secrets of Prague, you can find them too. Prague is a […]
Stolpersteine are small, only noticed if you happen to be looking down. But these “stumbling stones” hold large pieces of the individual and collective memories of those the world lost to the Nazi Holocaust. Photo of The Week: Stolpersteine There are many monuments great and small to the millions of Europeans lost to the Nazi […]
It’s a secret, a wonderful secret. It’s La Galcante, a Parisian shop probably like none you’ve ever been in before. It’s books and magazines, dust motes floating in pastel lemony light, soft jazz from the radio and the musty-lovely perfume of old paper. It’s magic. Come inside with me. When I’m traveling, nothing is more […]