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Get motivated to go on your first solo travel adventure:

Dive in! This is the introduction for my book, Kitten Heels in Kathmandu, the Adventures of a Female Vagabond, Photos Included, on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Kitten-Kathmandu-Adventures-Vagabond-ebook/dp/B005MR4X1I/

I was sitting around one day and noticed there was no one to make dinner for. My son was riding camels in Morocco on his own dime, when suddenly light entered my brain.

I need adventure and the unknown! If he can do it at age 17, I can sure as hell do it.

It should be easier for me I’m older than him.

So I went on my first solo travel vacation in fifteen years to Italy and Spain. Three weeks in Europe!

The Italians said I was plumb loco for waiting so long. They checked my head for fever and suggested there may be cellular damage.

But I had an epiphany in Florence walking under an umbrella in the rain.

I was ready to leap into life and not look back.

Solo travel in Italy gave me peace and joy.

I didn’t want to ever leave. I felt each hour in a blissful state of not knowing what will happen next so I’ll take my hands off the steering wheel and let the journey take me.

I was happy being hit on by handsome men in Italy.

Probably would have married one of them if I’d stayed another week. One man’s dimples were divine. I swam in them with my eyes.

This was just the beginning of my solo traveling.

My son then informed me he was going to Asia for nine months. No problem, I said as I cried into my pillow. But I wiped away my tears and decided to take the world by storm and live a life I was excited about.

Here’s the thing: I always wanted to be a nomad but didn’t know exactly how this was done.

I raised my son to be adventurous and to express his heart’s desires. To reach out to the world and love it. He flew over oceans, continents, and the Himalayas spreading his wings so wide it felt like an umbrella for me and the wind caught me and I floated like Mary Poppins.

It carried me to Nepal to teach photography to the staff of the Nepal Youth Foundation.

Kathmandu felt like third rock from the sun. Everything was different; the light, the food, the faces, the language, the clothes. The way people worshipped God. It changed my life and made me see my purpose.

I was off and running. Drunk on my own freedom. Solo travel opened a door to a new dimension.

And I continued to take six to ten month solo trips every year.

 

And after solo traveling around the world twice, and teaching/exploring in 27 countries I knew this was not just a trip. It was my life.

So I sold all my stuff: car, furniture, jewelry, my favorite red vintage motorcycle jacket. I gave the rest away.

No more stress, insurance, car maintenance or rat race.

Poof – all gone.

It was liberating.

Now I’m a professional traveler. I teach photography worldwide, shoot for businesses, non-profits, and ex-pats. I teach kundalini yoga and meditation, play with people, and love elephants.

My title? I’m an artist and CEO of Fun.

Projects find me, travelers want to learn photography and yoga, and invitations arrive for me to volunteer my skills. It’s a big wide world full of people who need help and inspiration.

I used to spend over $500 a day on vacations. I drove a new car, bought cashmere and silk clothing, lived in a swank apartment, and regularly went out to eat and drink at posh places.

Working incessantly so I could afford this style of living. Now I spend $500 in a month in India and live a happier, richer, and simpler life.

Do I need a car? No. Third world countries are notorious for providing low cost and good transportation.

Yes, it can be colorful to sit next to a large box of baby chickens with a fresh caught flounder at my feet in Ecuador.

I do sometimes travel in air-conditioned buses; in Thailand where I live like a queen.

Solo travel makes me stronger.

It’s a learning eye-opening incredible journey. I would never be growing like this if I stayed at home stuck in the safe and swank suburbs. I’m meeting dynamic people from all over the world and having my eyes pried open and wits sharpened.

I’ve learned how to trust my gut with unflappable certainty.

And now I can sleep on a plank with my camera as a pillow or under a table at the airport after a cancelled flight with my backpack bolted to my thigh; and just to be certain a table leg as well.

Squalling babies and rock-hard mattresses don’t annoy me; air turbulence lulls me to dreamland.

Solo Traveling into the unknown has transformed me on a cellular and spiritual level.

I no longer see life as black and white. There are a lot more gray areas and I’m not just talking about my hair. I’m talking about being opened up and deeply changed by new people, foreign money, fresh ideas, and new spirits.

I’m not in a rush anymore. Now I just wait. The answer will come.

Often I want to be alone with my own soul to see what is in there.

I never know what I will find so I am just letting it be. Letting the world come to me as I quietly get on a plane and fly to a new country then hit the ground running and travel overland to feel the energy of the place bubble up from the soles of my feet into my heart and explode out the top of my head. 

How will I change from it? I never know. That is why I travel not just to take photographs and capture a place on film.

It is to know myself through the eyes of a different world; the rarified air of a new culture with new customs, new souls, and new faces. And food I can’t identify but it sure tastes good.

The best places never seem to be in the guidebooks.

They just pop up in a friendly face, an accidental discovery, or a change of plans. Nothing is set in granite and that is also why I travel to see that everything is impermanent – this could all be over in an instant.

We could die suddenly, get sick, or be annihilated. If the world is going to hell in a hand basket why not see it before the basket breaks?

I live outside the USA to stop thinking about myself all the time – it’s exhausting. And reaching a hand out to someone who needs it is fulfilling.

There are worlds to discover in our own souls. I’m digging with a big shovel to get to those new layers inside me. To change and to keep on changing.

I’m rich with experience, seeing how the world lives out side my former bubble of a life devoted to the almighty buck, cashmere, and comfort. I’ve been stupid, smart, lucky, well off, broke, mocked, and loved.

And I’ve learned something from every second of it.

I’ve had an astounding education in life.

Being a professional photographer, a published author, a hitchhiking hippie, teaching Buddhist nuns kundalini yoga, and leading programs at major corporations in the USA.

Photographing the Dalai Lama in India, riding elephants bareback in Nepal, learning how to surf, ride a motorcycle, and scuba dive. Living in a home for abandoned people in Argentina, exploring the Himalayas and the Andes.

Teaching and shooting photography in humanitarian foundations, a swank boarding school and ashrams in India, nunneries in Thailand and Nepal, and in my own private sessions worldwide.

I’m on an open-ended worldwide adventure. I’m grateful for the blessings and every moment of the ride. I didn’t set out to have a nomad life – this life found me. But when it did I was ready to take the leap.

Get it here Kitten Heels in Kathmandu, the Adventures of a Female Vagabond  

The first reviews are in:

Lisa C., “I just read the introduction and am already crying. Tears of joy and gratitude for your sharing, your courage, your curiosity, your spirit, and YOU!”

Jemie S, “I couldn’t put it down, it spoke to my heart, it paints a beautiful portrait.”

Satya M, “I am inspired how you surrender everyday to the unknown.”

Nancy R, “The photographs are mind-boggling and beautiful.”

Jenn H, “It’s a great read!”