Book Description
Finally, a clever and unforgettable true story about a single woman's trip to Italy. Engaging, enlightening and often comical, The Girl's Guide To Traveling Solo will delight your senses and make you feel like you're there whether you're an experienced traveler or you've only dreamed of traveling. Deanna Wolff's zest for adventure is sure to entertain you as she explores Italy's culture, language, history and men. In a spirit that is both light-hearted and practical, she will teach you the dos and don'ts of traveling and will undoubtedly inspire all women to hit the road for the adventure of her life. Packed with a wealth of resources, The Girl's Guide To Traveling Solo is a must have for any traveler.

About the Author
Deanna Wolff is a travel writer and traveler extraordinaire. Born in Toronto, she spent her formative years in the southern United States. She returned to Canada and pursued her studies in English Literature at York University. Her love of travel led her to a university in Europe for her final year where she lived, traveled a lot, and studied a little. Deanna currently lives in Toronto, but sincerely hopes to one day live like a native in Italy.

Excerpted from The Girl's Guide to Traveling Solo by Deanna G. Wolff. Copyright © 2003. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Excerpt from Chapter 1: THUMP! ScreeeeeEEECH... The knuckles on both my hands turned a ghostly shade of white as I clenched the cool, smooth metal armrests beside me. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the intense rush of both fright and anticipation flow through my body like a drug as the 747 landed at the Malpensa Airport in Milan. With a final "wooooooshhhh", the airplane came to a full stop. I have never been afraid of flying (and I've flown a lot), but that landing was rather daunting. Perhaps the pilot's first day on the job? Whoa. I always try getting a window seat when I fly and that day was no exception. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I craned my neck to take a peek out of the tiny, scratched plastic airplane window at the alluring world outside. The rising sun was exquisite and bright that morning, but it looked blatantly out of place as its mandarin rays reflected against the black alien-looking tarmac. I wanted to share this captivating moment with the passenger sitting next to me, but then I remembered that he didn't speak much English. Excerpt from Chapter 5: Letizia and I were ready to go out. We got into her car and drove along some winding country roads just as it was getting dark. We joined about 20 of Letizia's friends and relatives in a quaint little restaurant called La Denerina (actually the owner's name), nestled in a tiny hillside village called Saludecio - which is really in the middle of nowhere. As soon as we got out of the car, the smell of fresh garlic and seafood invaded my nostrils and made my mouth water. We entered the restaurant and were greeted with friendly Italian batter which, of course, I didn't understand. The young hostess led us down to the cellar, where everyone was gathered around an enormous L-shaped table to enjoy a wonderful evening of food, wine and conversation, as is typical in Italian culture. The intricate almond-colored stucco on the walls of the restaurant was beautiful, as were the arched doorways framed with auburn bricks. Candles in their antique wrought-iron wall sconces shone brightly and cast mysterious moving shadows around the room. I paused for several seconds drinking it all in. There was a lot of talking, hugging and hand-shaking as introductions were being made and friendships rekindled. I had barely taken my seat when I was offered some vino rosso served by one of the guests from a hand-painted, amber ceramic jug which, I found out, had been crafted by a local artist. Excerpt from Chapter 9: After I drained my drink and ate what I could (including the huge slices of orange that garnished my drink), it took me some serious effort at getting my butt out of my chair. I paid my bill and literally staggered over to a nearby gelato bar that I'd spied earlier. There were dozens of flavors and they all looked delicious, making it difficult to choose just one. Wanting to watch my already-expanding waist line, I decided on half a scoop of fragola (strawberry) and half a scoop of cioccolata (chocolate). I took my pink- and cocoa-colored ice cream cone to a bench, sat down (my wobbly legs couldn't hold me up anymore) and delighted in the scrumptious tastes and textures melting in my mouth. Ice cream would never be the same for me. Across the street, I spotted a small flower shop and thought it would be a nice gesture to give Letizia's mother (who was now "mama") a nice plant because I knew that she liked them. I wanted to thank her for all her patience, kindness and hospitality. So, with the remnants of my ice cream cone still in my mouth, I got up from the bench and wandered over to the flower shop. Surrounded by the sounds of gently tinkling chimes, I walked in the door and saw that the store was exquisite, and filled with dazzling flowers and exotic plants that I'd never seen before. Fuzzy animal-print lamps, and colorful ceramic garden ornaments on long wooden sticks and stuffed into terra cotta pots adorned the store's antique wooden tables. The sweet scent of flowers and burning candles made me reminiscent of times long passed.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

Finally, a clever and unforgettable true story about a single woman's trip to Italy. Engaging, enlightening and often comical, The Girl's Guide To Traveling Solo will delight your senses and make you feel like you're there whether you're an experienced traveler or you've only dreamed of traveling.

Deanna Wolff's zest for adventure is sure to entertain you as she explores Italy's culture, language, history and men. In a spirit that is both light-hearted and practical, she will teach you the dos and don'ts of traveling and will undoubtedly inspire all women to hit the road for the adventure of her life.

Packed with a wealth of resources, The Girl's Guide To Traveling Solo is a must have for any traveler.

About the Author

Deanna Wolff is a travel writer and traveler extraordinaire. Born in Toronto, she spent her formative years in the southern United States. She returned to Canada and pursued her studies in English Literature at York University. Her love of travel led her to a university in Europe for her final year where she lived, traveled a lot, and studied a little.