The rise of female solo traveler
Bus schedule flapping, sweat dripping and panic rising. My first scenes in the Italian capital are not even close to the glamorous montage I had envisioned when planning “Rome Alone”. My first solo travel venture is, strictly speaking, a work trip, but I don’t let that small detail get in the way of my quest for soul-searching and general worldliness. I have visions of gliding down the Spanish Steps in a floaty dress and floppy hat,