At least once every summer since we’ve been dating, Alex and I have had a picnic at Central Park. It’s not something that we ever set in stone, but once the weather starts getting nicer, one of us eventually suggests the idea. There’s just something about spending an afternoon outdoors, soaking up the sun and having a leisurely meal with good people that refreshes me, and no summer is complete without this little tradition. View Post
As the boat inched slowly along the blue-green canal and the unrelenting sun deepened my tan, I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for being such a tourist. These days, it feels almost taboo to visit a new place and not sniff out all the under-the-radar neighborhoods and local gems (you know the whole traveler vs. tourist debate), yet here I was on a boat tour of the Chicago River – one of several “must-see” activities my mom and I gladly did while in Chicago.
We spent four days there, staying mostly in River North and the Loop, Chicago’s downtown business district, ocassionally venturing further for food, as I do.
I’m sure there were lots of great things I didn’t get to see – and maybe I will on another trip – but I totally loved playing tourist in this perfect summer city. Allow me to share a few highlights: View Post
This is not a fashion blog. I repeat: this is not a fashion blog. But I’ve been dying to tell you guys about this concept that has pretty much revolutionized the way I think about my clothes.
You know that feeling when you stare into your closet and get stressed out because no matter how many clothes you have, you can’t find anything to wear? For the longest time, that was my morning routine. View Post
Gosh, I can’t believe we are almost at the end of July! It feels like every year I wait forever for summer only to have it fly right by in the blink of an eye, amid glasses of rosé, beach trips, and al fresco dinners with friends.
In case you missed it, last month I put together a mini bucket list. I plan on doing these on a semi-monthly basis to help me get through my 101 in 1001 list (check that out here, if you haven’t seen it yet.)
I’ll say it right now: my time in London was way too short. Sandwiched between a week in Paris and a quick jaunt to Rome, London was my first experience with backpacking and a welcome break from struggling through my limited foreign language vocabulary.
Getting there alone was an adventure — to save money on travel and hotel for an extra night, we opted for a 10-hour overnight bus ride from Paris, which involved the bus itself boarding a boat and us being paraded through customs in Calais.
We arrived without much of a plan and flew by the seat of our pants for the next two days. After fueling up on some English breakfast at a greasy joint near Kings Cross station, our first order of business was to find the nearest Wifi spot to book a hotel for the night (thank God for Starbucks!) My friend Jusan had been to London a few times, and Alex and I were more than happy to follow his lead, as he took us on an epic walking tour through London, guided mostly by memory and the occasional glance at Google Maps.
As we explored one neighborhood after the other, I couldn’t help making comparisons to New York — from what we saw during the two days, London felt like New York City’s cooler, more mature sister with a distinct European flair. View Post