After spending time with an intrepid group of gray-haired travelers, Sarah Gold wonders how she ever got the idea that the end of youth meant the end of adventure.
Now that we’re mature adults, with full-fledged stresses and responsibilities, don’t we need dancing’s cathartic release more than ever?
My aging body felt like a barren landscape—until my friend trained his camera on it.
Traveling by yourself means you can absorb more, mix with the locals easily and do whatever you want. Which is all great until something goes wrong. Are you made for winging it by yourself?