And our way Is on the road again Just can’t wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin’ music with my friends ~ Willie Nelson Willie Nelson’s song on the Road Again could be my anthem. Or maybe it should be air and tracks? I am sitting at JFK in Terminal five waiting to fly back ….
Life is to short to stay in a bubble. Travel. Explore. Experience. And if not you can always read about it here.
I had a friend who visited not to long ago and she asked what my favorite part of the city is. The first thing that came to mind was Bryant Park It is one of those hidden treasures that if you know where to seek, ye shall find. And if you don’t, but happen upon, it is magical. Nestled uponst skyscrapers ….
After my early morning adventure’s at World’s End, and the much needed coffee run, my brother, sister-in-law, nephews and I all headed back there for some exploration. It was also the perfect place to take photos. My Brother and his family were announcing some exciting news. And I could use more photos for my portfolio. The fog had indeed burned ….
I am not one to complain about Mondays. Begining of the week usually means a brand new slate. As a writer nothing makes me happier then begining something new. In my mind that is what Mondys are. A blank page to write my adventures on. Of course there are exceptions to this. One being travel hangovers (booze not included in ….
Vermont! Being the utter tease I am, I can finally tell you where I went this weekend. After an eight hour train ride from Penn to Essex Junction I arrived in Vermont for my friends surprise baby shower. And was she surprised! I stayed at my partner in crime otherwise known as Krystal’s, apartment Burlington where I was reunited with ….
It was another crazy, but equally fabulous week. I arrived back from Boston refreshed and on the cusp of freedom. I just had to get through those pesky tests known as finals. Which thankfully I did, without breaking into to much of a sweat. Though I did have to contend with a runny noise and sneezing thanks to pesky allergies. ….
I awakened to another dark and dreary day. As far as weather, Mother Nature was not being accommodating. It might have been drizzling, but she was not going to ruin our Ferry riding parade. We got up at the crack of dawn, so we could drive to Boston to catch the first ferry of the season to Spectacle Island. As ….
Every New Yorker knows most of our paycheck goes to rent. And if you choose to live in Manhattan, probably all of it does. It is a fact of city living. I am not complaining, I love it. I love my neighborhood and am happy to call myself an Upper East Sider The fact that I am between two major ….
The day began damp and cloudy. At five-thirty the sky was grey as the sun tried to peek through the clouds. I donned my Lulu Lemon and my Asics and was ready to go on what my nephew called an Adventure Run. In my opinion it was more of a battle, then an adventure. I was sleep deprived after traveling, but vacation or not, ….
I admit this week I was off my game. With Mother Nature deciding to go into a manic depressive state, her mood rubbed off on me. I am a sun girl, and as such, when it goes all Noah’s Ark, my happy bubble deflates. This was not the week for my bubble to et go of some of its’ air, or ….