I am blessed to have been raised in a place, where the exquisite mountains and quaint small town setting could have come from a painting. Growing up, I was constantly hiking. Scaling mountains and channeling my inner Leo by being king of the world. But I truly was king, or queen of the world. You can’t stand on top ….
Life is to short to stay in a bubble. Travel. Explore. Experience. And if not you can always read about it here.
Traveling in the city is no cake walk. You are preparing for war, a UFC fight and a beauty pageant all at the same time. You want to look cute because there is a high probability a celebrity will be at the airport or maybe just your future hubby. Yet, by the time you get there, you have probably sweated ….
It started with a text which prompted an impromptu dinner coffee date, and ended with me drooling about this fabulous place. A place nestled between Nice and the Amalfi coast. I had met a friend for a long over due coffee date at our mutual love of Maison Kayser. As a fellow coffee lover, yogi, and all around artist – ….
I was walking with a client about two years ago, when she paused and told me to look up. I had no idea what she was talking about. But I stopped and did what she said. As we gazed up at the tops of apartment buildings with shrubbery on the decks. The ornate cascades that framed the sides of the ….
I am a self professed hat junkie. Hats are a girls best friend. They are perfect for bad hair days. Lazy days, or just because you want to feel like Marlene Dietrich. Hats give a bit of glamour as well as anonymity. Hats are perfect for the beach not just to cover your wet, salty stringy locks, but also shield ….
It was a 24 hours of speed in Boston. We came. We saw. We conquered. And it was so worth it. I got in around eleven, yesterday morning (up since four so thank God Bostonians are smart and drink Starbucks besides Dunkins) We were able to check in early at the Hilton by Faneuil Hall. Then we conquered. We walked ….
Epic. Exhilarating. Amazing. Incredible. Those are only some of the words I have to describe the Carrie Underwood concert in Boston. My word repertoire is seriously underdeveloped by what I witnessed last night. I don’t even know where to begin. I had seen her nine years ago, at a fair in Vermont. She was getting ready to release her second ….
I realize this is probably Blasphemous to say as a girl born and raised in New England. But I have never been a lover of Boston. Gasps! ~Cue shock and horror~ It is true. With my mom from New Jersey and close to my grandparents. I always felt a kinship towards New York more so then Boston. I was and ….
I am on the road again (or should I say on the track and train?) on my way to Boston to see the one and only Carrie Underwood. All together eeeeekkk! I am so excited. It is bittersweet. The last time I saw her, was nine years ago with my sister, in Burlington, Vermont at the fair there. I was ….