My journey into solo travel began from a place of both heartbreak and hope. In 1989, after calling off a wedding and realizing I needed a real reset—an escape from everything familiar—I booked a solitary flight to Europe. My chosen landing spot? Zermatt, Switzerland, a name that conjured images of snowy peaks, the legendary Matterhorn, and the gentle hush of mountain villages.

Italy’s heart does not beat only within the grand piazzas or beneath the vaulted ceilings of its famed cities. It pulses quietly beyond—the gentle rhythm of the countryside, the whispered stories carried on island winds, the ancient stones warmed by the sun in forgotten villages. To truly know Italy is to step away from the crowd, to wander where time slows and culture breathes through earth, sea, and sky.

There’s a rising trend among women that has nothing to do with fashion or skincare—and everything to do with plane tickets, passports, and saying yes to adventure. Solo women’s travel is having a moment, and we’re here for it.